This was momentarily my world: Until a tiny whisper in the darkness silenced the winds. Until the fiery touch of Heaven's grace warmed my soul. Until the darkling veil was shred by love's golden gift, shattering my dark study and showing me the path home across that sea of sorrows and shadows, to rest finally in healing hands, upon a bright and precious coast. It was the prayers, wishes, and good thoughts of friends, family, and more -- that brought me home to that happy shore.
ShrapnelChuffed at the gift of yet another day,
Unconcerned about the overmorrow,
I bask in the grace that showed me the way
Home, across a silent sea of sorrow.
We think we traverse our paths alone,
To search for solace in patches of sun.
And yet, when I stumble on root or stone,
Strong arms catch me, set me upright, to run;
Should my short, sweet life be torn asunder,
And shadows, the shrapnel of loss, be cast
Among those I love, a silent thunder --
Rending veil and valor -- present to past.
I grasp God's gift, hold it tight, never cease:
'Til my shrapnel be shards of light and peace.