More Than Twelve Short Stories...

The very thought that one day here,

The next day gone,

Is just too much, and all too real to hear.

And here, I sit in this charming room,

While theirs is burnt to the ground.

It's just too much, to hear!

But who cares of me!

Matters not a wit what I can or cannot bear!

I can offer nothing but a prayer;

Bigger than you or I, is He.

Greater than fire, and wind and sea...

Having heard my prayer, explains to me-

That He is outside of our days,

Inside of our hearts,

He has built us a new home...

And never again should I think,

That ever were we really here,

And never will our souls be gone.

Shell xx