Sia Figiel and one of her sons
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Writer Sia Figiel and her children live in American Samoa. Like many others they fled to the mountains as the tsunami hit their island, and viewed afterwards the destruction it brought. Sia sent her reflections on the day's traumatic events and her family's survival to the BBC website and shared her thoughts with her family and friends. Some of those close to her have responded by turning her words into poetry and adding verses of their own.
The evening bells have just rung for evening prayer. Our prayer tonight is that of gratitude that our family and neighbours are safe. But our hearts are with those families
"our hearts are with those families"
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who can not say the same, who will sleep tonight without a son, a daughter, a mother, a father, an uncle, an aunt, a cousin, a grandmother, a grandfather. Their loss is our loss. Even the night birds feel it

~ Sia Figiel
How right you are. I love the way you articulated it....and so I write for you:Even the night birds feel it your words
"even in our disconnectedness"
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swim the sky and through red feather clouds and blood tears i know that we are connected even in our disconnectedness of space

~ CF Koya
To continue the prayer-poetry chain, I take your last lines and invite others to continue in prayer:even in our disconnectedness of space the whole of Samoa is on its knees
"memories of the day before Wednesday"
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Samoa in Aotearoa Samoa in Fiji Samoa in Amerika Samoa in Hawai'i praying and swallowing salt tears swallowing time shoes and soles of feet swallowing bones and lives and sheet memories of the day before Wednesday swallowing distance and space swallowing our sea memories to taste this pain that is ours

~ Selina T. Marsh
I've added my part to the weaving, it follows Sia and the others, taking the pattern of repeating the last line of the previous poem...To taste this pain that is ours To remember one's heart is there On that day in September At the earliest hour They watched the sea disappear The bay empty like a valley The sea rush back in a moan Took the weaver from her fale Took the child from warm arms Took the elder from his family Took the sleeper from her sleep The blue deep, deep moana There at the sacred heart of us That echoes through each of us When the panic madness falls And the calm tide breathes With all Samoa everywhere With all of Tonga too Remember your hearts there And my heart too

~ Dan Taulapapa McMullin
And my heart too, along with yours. We are reminded in the most brutal way that we are all connected. We are reminded in the most brutal way, that our relationship with the ocean is never on our own terms. We are reminded in the most brutal way why dominion over nature was never a part of our epistemology. We are reminded in the most brutal way why we know ourselves to be simply a part of a sacred continuum of sacred relationships where even the ocean is alive, where even the night birds feel, where even the rocks have spirit, where even the blood red clouds know why they are red. We are reminded in the most brutal way the balance of life between is sacred, va tapuia, endlessly interconnected across distance, space, time, species, life, death. We are reminded in the most brutal way why long before Christ arrived on these shores we have always been a people of spirit a people of faith.

~ Karlo Mila
A people of faith A people A people of A people of faith Faavae i le atua They said God will protect us They said Samoa is founded on God. O children of the great and mighty Fofoaivaoese Those of us who watch, and listen from the great watery expanses of all the corners of the earth hear Samoa's cry Fofoaivaoese will not desert you Samoa For even now the groundswell of love, support and prayers Wave after wave after wave will crash on the very same tear-filled shores which tore our worlds assunder and will overcome, embrace and lift up our people, our aiga, our villages...our Samoa. from despair and devastation Do not grieve Samoa, Outou, mataou, tatou... With one hand we will hold on to the ancient words and wisdom of our ancestors And with the other we will grasp the almighty power of Le Atua As we people of faith Calmly but surely...do what we have to do Do Do what Do what we Have to do To remain... People of faith People of the Vao ese We are here, watching, listening And waiting.....

~ Melani Anae
Aueeee, our fathers cry >Aueee, our mothers cry Auee, our children cry >Aue, we all cry >We cry salted tears >We cry silent fear >We cry mournful alofa >For our people >We cry, Aue
. We cry!

~ Allan Alo
We cry, Aue
. We cry! The strongest of the strong cry Through the push and pull of the tides And waves of pain and agony that crash against the shore of our wounded hearts we cry, Aue... We cry We cry tears of blood that flow deep through the sea of sorrow flow with the whispers of our soft prayers ascending above the clouds and settle beyond the depths of our soul. It is there that our tears have dried dried into a grain of salt a grain of salt called faith, the one thing we continue to hold on to for faith, isn't faith until it is all that we have left to hold on to it is what will wipe the tears of the strongest cry give us comfort in the night allow the warm rays of the sun to brush upon our skin push and pull the greatest memories of love with that of the tides heal the waves of wounded hearts lost in the sea of sorrow dry our tears and carry us into tomorrow...

~ Christina Pelesasa
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