All seems right with the world
through this window,
for countless have been the tranquil hours
we have shared.  She has been my respite,
affording me moments of peace and
serenity amid life’s tumultuous storms,
shielding me, albeit momentarily,
from some of life’s harshest realities.
Her gently framed view of the world
provides, even now, a pastoral view
that is sacred to my soul.

I come to this sacred space
knowing it has been given to me
for times such as this
when reality overwhelms
and would deny that beauty still exists—
Hers is a space where even washing a dish
can return calm and control to my life
banishing such blight as disease and pandemics,
signals that the ravages of devastation and loss
linger so very close by

His Word echoes like thunder,
flashes like lightning inside my soul
as tears flood my face.
I choke sobbing, praying, trying
through blinding, stinging tears
to somehow find my way past the pain.
His Word was simple. “Hold on
to all I have taught you
for you are not alone.”

Through throbbing pain
my head reels and my heart breaks
as I read the soaring body count
while trying to hold on.
I know my tears are not the answer
but they won’t stop. 
I know His Word is and will always be
all that is needed, ever.
So I hold on and pray
even through blinding stinging tears,
despite disease, death and despair,       
believing there will be a tomorrow
that allows the victory of life, somehow.