Natori


by Rachel Held Evans Read Distraction Free

Some people have pastors who explain these things
but I don’t
know why she sits alone amidst the bodies that the water left behind—
bodies of houses, bodies of cars, bodies of boats, bodies of people—
knees bent,
arms clasped beneath bare thighs, 
held together by the stiff embrace of a sob,
or why the earth shook,
or why the water came,
or why she has taken off her boots,
or why she sits alone amidst the bodies that the water left behind; 
I only know that I don’t 
want a pastor who explains these things.

 (This is the photo that inspired the poem.  Are there any photos/images that have haunted you?)

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