What holds my soul fast and safe, when all else fails or falls away?
My strings of flimsy faith?
The hand of a merciful God?
My devoted family?
My loyal friends?
What keeps me whole, when I am cracking and breaking?
Where does all that strength come from?
Something saves me.
I know this to be true.
I have been broken and I have been mended.
What saved me? What held me together? I am not sure.
How could I keep standing by his bed in ICU to put a wet, sponge pop in his mouth?
How did I stop screaming to clean up her blood on the rocks?
How will those church people who were hit with this horrible shock stay sane?
What will hold them up? What will keep them from shattering?
Will it be God?
Will it be the heartfelt prayers of millions of puzzled and sad humans from afar?
Will it be the love and touch of the caring people around them?
Will it be soothing words or holy music?
Will it be some secret inner strength that appears when needed?
Whatever it is.
I hope there is a whole lot of it in Texas.
Mourning Glory FLOWER