Christchurch, in New Zealand's South Island, suffered a major earthquake this week.
Many people are displaced, injured, missing or deceased.
Many buildings are battered and broken, streets ripped apart, possessions lost forever.
I have been deeply moved by this event, although I'm not in the earthquake zone and am safe.
A chest x-ray I'd had recently came back clear this week: a small victory for me on my medical journey.
But all I kept thinking was of those in Christchurch who are just beginning their life-changing journey through the medical system with spinal injuries, amputations, and so on.
May they receive the same excellent level of care and attention that I received (and am still) on my journey through leukaemia.
Poetry has played a part in my healing process, and poems have already begun emerging from the earthquake rubble: one here by haiku poet Dick Whyte.
I have written a tanka and sent it in to Haiku News, and am sure I'll write more poems as the full extent of the tragedy unfolds for us all.
Pacific Poets, which meets next Sunday in Papamoa, will be sharing our grief at the devastation through poetry also.
I welcome you in sharing your poems in response to the Christchurch earthquake in the comments section of this post. (See 'comments' below for haiku from me and several by Michael Dylan Welch)
Information about how the poets in our haiku family are doing can be found here on Haiku NewZ. Thank you, Sandra Simpson, for keeping this updated.
Sending much hope and many prayers to the people of Christchurch and all affected by this disaster. Kia kaha.