Enough's Enough Already

by Susan H Fouts

The devastation sorrows me

As I look around

Floods are overwhelming Iowa

When will the waters come down?

Earthquakes are rocking China

Hurting Japan too.

They are striking everywhere

More and not a few.

Tornadoes in the midwest

Have given many a scare

Sirens sounding endlessly

Leaving cities bare.

Hunger in Ethiopia

Children's bellies bulge

It makes me feel so guilty

When I over endulge

But sitting in my ramsacked home

The blessed I am to have

Through hateful vengeful atmosphere

My heart could use a salve.

The weather though tumultuous

Can dwell within a home

Tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes

And sadness like a tomb.

Do not depend on outward circumstances

For your peace

Because you will not find it

Your soul not be at ease.

If I had not known Jesus Christ

I know that I'd be dead

There's nothing for me in this world

My life would be misread

For truth of my existence

I look to Him above

I thank God for His goodness

I thank God for His love.

I thank Him for the food I eat

I thank Him for my children's love

I only wish I could be strong

And endure though, enough's enough

Already!!

Comments:

FunnyBunny

Susan, I loved this. I couldn't ask for a better poem.

Hunger in Ethiopia

Children's bellies bulge

It makes me feel so guilty

When I over endulge

This stanza touched my heart cause I love children. It's so sad that people would spend thousands of dollars or whatever on stupid stuff like concerts and football games and award shows when 'n quater of that money could feed thousands of children.

Susan you have outdone yourself. Yes, I picked that line especially for you.

Posted: Jun 16, 2008

Author Comment:

I'm glad you like the poem. I was feeling a little down in the dumps thinking of all those things. I am glad you liked it though. That makes me feel better.

Pratibha

I AM SO WEAK AT HEART TO FACE 'REALITY' AND AFTER READING THIS , I HAD TO DECIDE TO FACE THE REALITY AND NATURAL CALAMITIES WITH A BOLD ATTITUDE....

I WAS THERE IN THE HORRIBLE CYCLONE THAT HIT THE COASTS IF ORISSA IN 1999 NOVEMBER 1ST WEEK AT MY GRANNY'S PLACE.AND MY SISTER WAS 10 KMS AWAY FROM OUR HOME IN HER HOSTEL IN THE SAME TOWN....I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE HER AGAIN....NEXT DAY MORNING, I SAW A DEVASTED TOWN AND I APPRECIATED 'HUNGER PAINS' FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE STOCKED FOOD WERE SLOWLY GETTING DEPLETED AND AVAILABILITY WAS NIL....

I CYCLED ALL THE WAY WITH MY COUSIN TO SEE IF MY SISTER IS ALRIGHT....OH MY GOD, SHE WAS SAFE !! I HEAVED A SIGH OF RELIEF AND WE BOTH PACKED OUR BAGS TO LEAVE FOR OUR PARENTS HOME.
on the bus stop , when i went to washroom alone, i was nearly raped by a man hiding there....luckily LORD saved me and I escaped....

During calamities, Man turns monster....and i still shiver at the thought of it.....

Oh no...i got drifted ....sorry Susan...ur poem was so intense that i could not help but share this....

Posted: Jun 17, 2008

Author Comment:

That was a horrible situation to go through, you poor thing, you must have been scared to death. We don't know what disaster will come upon us. I live in South Florida, USA and we have to brace for hurricanes but we have been so fortunate for the past 2 years, but the year before we had 3 that tore up our roof and we had water damage and on one of them the electric was off for a while and it was so hot and my son and my daughter's husband bicycled to the distribution place to get water and ice and food. But one thing happened that I will never forget. We were all so close during that one space and time. We were all separate before but during that disaster where we were all in the same boat, we were close. Now we are all separate again. Love, Susan

bubbly

hi! susan. this world is torn with strife. how much can u endure. the more u think about this, the more u'll become distressed. our hope is only god and our prayer is for betterment. and hope for a better future.

this is a "rose blossomed in a desert" poem. keep it up. lol. ;-)

Posted: Jul 9, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you, Bubbly, your comment means a lot to me. Love, Susan

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Enough's Enough Already

Poem By: Susan Hartline Fouts
Poetry