Poem: Charity Out of Chaos

Out of the thunder, the storm, and the flame,
Where silence was shattered and none could name
The shape of the sorrow, the weight of the cost—
Something was kindled, not broken or lost.

Where cities lay weeping in rubble and dust,
And hope was a whisper, a shadow of trust,
Hands rose like lanterns, trembling but sure—
Bearing the balm, the hunger’s cure.

Not from ease, does kindness bloom,
But from the depth of darkest room—
When night is longest, hearts shine wide,
And strangers stand at strangers’ side.

From twisted steel and fractured glass,
Sprang gentle voices, soft to pass—
A loaf, a coat, a cradle song,
Where all had crumbled, love was strong.

Chaos, the forge of grace revealed,
A furnace where compassion’s sealed—
Not in retreat, but stepping near,
To dry a face, to quell a fear.

So write it, not in fear alone,
This story where the seeds were sown—
But in the turning, the rising, the vow:
Charity lives even now.

And when the storm resumes its call,
Remember how we did not fall—
But built, with every broken part,
A world reborn from human heart.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie