Bridging cultures-Building community
(hosting community events in central Iowa since 1992)
(poem by Sree Nilakanta)
Roaring winds blew from the west
Razing trees, barns, and steeples Lasting but a few mortal hours
Leaving us baffled and bruised for days.
Crunching roofs, broken fences, broken limbs
Careening randomly across landscapes
Flattening fields of ripening corns
Came Derecho the treacherous.
While we search for a guiding light
Dark clouds gather ominously overhead
Dancing to a crescendo of drum rolls
Laughing at the hapless souls below
Caste nor creed, faith nor fast.
Howling winds bind us together
Temples, churches, and mosques
All are same in times of despair
No bed nor sheet to rest or warm.
No dish nor dairy to feed our needy and tiny
Yet we join hands and minds
To pray for a better morning
Land that pioneers claimed.
Speaking pearls and gems of wisdom
Seeks your kindness and favor
A day’s labor will help your brethren
My heart beats to the steps of
Brave men and women of the country
Amazing grace they bring
Oh, my adopted country, Salutations!