There wasn't a dry eye in the house,
It wasn't laughter,
It was tears,
There were no longer any houses.

The sadness so heavy and the shock so complete,
That silence filled the void,
Harshly hung in the air,
And was unmoved in the windy aftermath,
But the houses had everything exposed,
In pieces,
The houses fell apart,
                                          no, they were blown apart,
Yet the community stuck together,
                                                                  absorbing the losses.
The tragedies.

Out of the rubble some memories are found.
And out of the rubble come the survivors.
Out of the rubble a dog.
And out of the rubble a rocking chair.
And courage, and many examples,
of strength.

Out of the rubble,
teachers,
leading.
You helped, each other out
of the rubble.

Such strength in a community.
Out of the rubble.
You will find loss and the lost.
May all of you, out of the rubble,
find a love for one another,
please.

There is much that has been lost and may
never be found.  You may also be at a loss for an answer.
Out of the rubble, in time,
you will see...