wordsout by godfrey rust
The sailing of the ark  < 7 of 45


The wind roared unannounced across
the reclaimed islands of the Ganges

dumping enough ocean to wash away
a hundred thousand lives, most of them children,

and a million homes besides. The sea
returns in time the mercifully drowned:

those who remain are those who must endure
the loving care of God. If your daughter asked for bread

would you give her a stone? Then how much more
will be the anguish of the father

in the eyes of his dying child
for whom he can do nothing? If the poor

are so blessed, thank God he does not often send
beatitudes as wonderful as this.

Written after the cyclone which devastated part of Bangladesh in 1991.

If your daughter asked for bread... cf Matthew 7:9

If the poor are so blessed... cf Matthew 5:3.