Tsunamis

The brevity of life shifts with the sand As with the tide the waves so bend. Further, further out to sea flows the hand Of prosperity to plunder at depth’s end To return unexpectedly upon the land There to reap to apprehend, nay to pretend With benevolence, a harvest to demand. Churning discord from the deep thrashes Wildly so to seek, the lives of men to steal; Warning not its hapless meal; Higher, higher one must flee the outstretched Arms of poverty there to stand in defiance Of hopelessness and self-reliance. Search ye must for the Fallen, so to save From the grave, lest they stumble in The darkness, lonely and afraid. Many, many souls are lost from this Our dying world, never shall we again Embrace the innocence of bliss. Turned from hours into days our memories Etched with grief display an embrace That once was, and that will someday be Waiting for us in eternity. Though the earth gives way, and the mountains Fall into the sea, though its waters churn with foam, We are not alone, “The Lord of hosts is on our side, Our safety to secure; the God of Jacob is for us, A refuge strong and sure.” We walk by faith into tomorrow uncertain of the day, Yet, our Good Shepherd, Christ our Lord is protecting us All the way. He sustains us daily by His grace, this joy We often know; though even in our darkest hours He’s present where we go. Our Shepherd leads us gently home over mountains And valleys low; though evil all around us lurks All eager to devour, we tremble not; we fear no ill For our salvation, Christ fulfilled. Jonathan M. Bellmann