Support For Hurricane Helene

May God Bless The Survivors

Our Hope, Strength & Unity

To the brave survivors of Hurricane Helene,

In the wake of the storm’s fury, know that you are not alone. Though the torrents may have reshaped the land and left shadows in their wake, they could not extinguish the light of hope that shines within you. You have faced an unimaginable trial, yet here you stand, a testament to resilience, courage, and the unyielding power of the human spirit.

As you rebuild, we are with you in heart and prayer, lifting you up with every step you take. Together, we believe in the brighter days that await beyond this hardship. Let the strength you’ve shown inspire not only yourself but also those around you, as unity forms the foundation of recovery.

Remember, the storm does not define you. Your courage does. With every brick laid, every hand extended, and every prayer spoken, you are writing a story of perseverance and triumph.

You are not alone in this journey. Across the miles, countless voices join in unity to support you, to pray for you, and to stand with you. Together, we hold fast to the promise that better days are on the horizon.

Let hope guide you, let unity uplift you, and let the knowledge that you are deeply loved and supported fuel your every effort. You are in our thoughts, in our prayers, and always in our hearts.

Stay strong, for you are never walking this path alone. We are with you today, tomorrow, and always.

I along with my company Short Beard Publishing are committed to supporting the survivors of Hurricane Helene through words of encouragement and community outreach.

If you can share words of kindness or inspiration please do so.

-Matthew Haylett

Voice Without Vision

Speak of the flood as a trickle of rain,

Of torrents untamed as a fault to explain?

Cast your gaze on the shattered trees,

Ask why they broke, never hearing peril in their please.

Their lives were cast away so mercilessly,

Faster than they could flee, to the arms of safety.

Homes swallowed whole, in a blink, disappeared,

And you wonder why they stayed, paralyzed by fear.

Shall we ask the man, chest-deep in despair,

Why he couldn't save those who tugged at him there?

Will you point to his breath, clinging to strife,

Dare to question the value of his life?

The mountains, wept with rivers untamed,

Carving the earth, leaving no one unshamed.

Yet tongues lash bold with questions severe,

As if ignorance could ever make the truth more clear.

The branches cradled remnants, silent and still,

While the rivers consumed, with an insatiable will.

But memories cling where the bodies could not,

In hearts left hollow, in sorrow's knot.

Critic, hold your breath before you speak,

For judgment's crown sits on the ignorant, the weak.

To know their pain, their silence, their fight,

Is to honor the shadows that haunt the night.

So tread with care on this broken ground,

Where whispers of loss in the winds resound.

Not all that’s unseen escapes the eye,

The mourning still lives, where the buried lie.