This Poem was Submitted By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2001-01-20 16:48:24 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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An Act Of God

A sharp knock on the door told me the police are here. Don't take time for more than a coat You are in danger and must get out. A geisure, of which no one understands spurting out the gas which is now found and building pressure under our land in natural pockets under the ground. An explosion here, and another there. People in burn units traveling by air. Shelters set up all over town Geologist heyday under our ground. 100,000 people feeling the shock standing in fear, gathering the flocks searching each other for hope unknown knowing only that they can not go home. Under the ground where men gathered salt they now hide secrets in those vaults and even now, the tunnels and holes where briney water continues to flow 4 stories and higher, over near the big fire. And now 17 gushing and spurting their deadly gasses killing and hurting and seeping farther under ground and now the worry of the entire town. Who is safe and who is not? Why can they not find the spiggot? But this is not gas from our local company this is the gas born natural and free. But the sink holes are growing and the gas is not burning and many people are on the run thinking the whole town is about to burn. So, I sit here and tell you all because I await my fated call to leave my home with only the bag I have all ready and I know I must have. In a moments notice your life can change you've heard it before from another's pain. It's hard to imagine the things to manage what seems important comes up at the last moment. paled, empty eyes show no response finding safety in indifference wide open eyes express disbelief scared searching eyes needing relief strong settled eyes give you a stare from the military man standing there. I find my safety deep in the fact regaurdless of opinion,the end is not yet  the beginning is only within our sight and not a secret, look into the light. Though my home may burn and I must learn life will  go on in a new town!

Copyright © January 2001 Ellen K Lewis

Additional Notes:
Hutchinson is in the center of the U.S. There are aprox. 100,000 people living over these natural gas pockets. There are alot of people trying to solve this, and we pray that they will. Won't you join us in our prayers?

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