Looking Through Stained Glass


  Don't Cry

In safety I watch the news; I read the papers
Images of destruction shown everywhere
The pleas of the people bring to me tears
The heartache of all that’s happened down there

I know I am blessed, a privileged visitor
New Orleans is my home away from home
I have come to love the streets, the parishes
As I love these NYC boroughs of my own

Some heroic (or crazed) people made the bold move to stay
Figured it would be the usual; some things scattered about
Then Katrina’s forces came full of sound and fury,
Evacuation called when her passions were no longer in doubt

But don't cry for the drenched, streets dear loved ones, because you are apart
You’ll always feel her near you, in the whisper of the wind inside your heart

For a wet field of hell has befallen here
Levied from Lake Ponchatrain’s mouth
Beyond the ken of the average man’s scope
That Katrina has made ground zero of the south

Fear gripped my heart, as heartache gripped my soul
And I know the air of panic came across my face
Dear Lord my friends, my family what do they do
Everything loved gone in just a few hours space

And even when the worst of this is finished
Even when all the flood water has receded
Think not silence, that our prayers are done
For every ounce of help is still needed

But don't cry for the drenched streets, dear loved ones, because you are apart
You’ll always feel her near you, in the whisper of the wind inside your heart

The families of my heart if not of my blood
For whose homes their hearts have deep graven
In mist of the day, headed into unknown dark
The climate of other cities their temporary haven

Temporary though their former lives are in question
Even if for the moment their streets do not stand
The puff of strength of its spine becomes rock hard
As the first steps of recovery are taken into hand

A honeysuckle blossom among a field of kudzu
Yes, most of what we’ve come to know is gone
But I hear the blues notes on a Rue Bourbon night
And know the spirit that is the Big Easy will linger on

So don't cry for the drenched streets, dear loved ones, because you are apart
You’ll always feel her near you, in the whisper of the wind inside your heart


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