My father’s favorite poem was the Rime of the Ancient Mariner.  Even when I cannot remember names or what I had for breakfast, the words come back to me now:  “Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink; water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.”  I may have them out of order.   This was written in the late 1700s.  Today very sad news came from Sandy.  We knew that the rains did not come and most of the crops were lost but now we learned that they have an electrical crisis.  The water in the dam that supplies electricity to the college is nearly dry.  From May 19-26 they will have no electricity for 16 hours per day from 8 a.m. until 11 p.m.  That is when the students are trying to finish their essays and prepare for graduation.  Also, they have 9 visitors on campus with no way to cook.  I wrote her back that there might be a “run” on small braziers and charcoal that the Africans use for cooking.  They are not like our Webbers or gas grills.  They are little hibachis that we  had 40 years ago.

Water is flooding Memphis and all along the Mississippi and in Dodoma, Tanzania, they have no water.  What are we to make of it when there is nothing we can do?  Even our money won’t help this crisis.   Samuel Taylor Coleridge goes on to say:  “He prayeth best who loveth best, all things both great and small.  For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. “