There is a day not quite on the horizon where we can see what will become of us.
We know between then and now we are resilient. We are strong.
In time, waves will wash ashore whispering
With every lap upon the sand this too has passed
While trees will bend to the wind without breaking
And sunshine will fill us with redemption.
Those dear to us will come closer once again and we will see
All God’s beauty shaken perhaps but not dismayed.
We will learn what it means to protect this tiny sphere
We call home. We will nurture her and protect her and love her.
As we love those around us, neighbors near and far.