Hallow Hands In The Ashes Poem by Vanessa Alvarez

I see their sorrow, hear their cries,
The smoke still lingers in the skies.
Their homes are gone, reduced to flame,
And all was taken just the same.

I long to lift, to heal, to mend,
To be the shelter, be the friend.
But ashes cling to me as well,
For they'd lost the place where they could dwell.

How cruel the burden that they share,
To want to give, yet need repair.
I reach to help, but fall apart,
A broken soul, a heavy heart.

Still deep within, a spark survives,
A fragile hope that yet revives.
Someday thier hands will rise again,
To build, to heal, to soothe, to mend.

And to the ones who
Extending hands through tragedy—
Many thanks, my heart's refrain,
Your kindness soothed thier deepest pain.

And though the fire has torn them down,
They'll plant new seeds upon this ground.
From shared despair, from smoke and flame,
They'll rise a brighter, kinder name.