Monday, February 9, 2009

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


  1. Amen Mechelle; your words are a blessing admist all this tradegy.

  2. Isaiah 61:3 ....
    he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
    a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
    festive praise instead of despair.

    Your words are truly "beauty for ashes" Mechelle
    God bless you

  3. What light, and love these comments convey! You are all wonderful women!


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