Tsunami
Some had time to prepare themselves
To meet their Maker that day,
To pray for their soul’s salvation …
To pray for those who would stay.
Others were left with hopeless desperation
To search for their beloved in vain –
To pierce the water with tear-filled eyes,
Breathless - aching to see them again.
Some souls rose up to the Heavens –
Their bodies ne’er to be found,
Or make it back to their loved ones –
They found the Highest of “Higher Ground."
Some made the journey all the way
Up to the “Angel of the Hill” –
Others joined a “Band of Brothers”,
And prayed ‘til all was still.
Each days begins in innocence
Just as the day one night before,
Rejoice in case it is your last –
Live - Love - and Pray, all the more!
One day you may be one of the “Some”
Or perhaps one of the “Others” –
One day your life could be held
In the hands of an Unknown Brother.
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