The woman on the television said,
I thought it was the end, and so I prayed
To Jesus, Thank you for my life. The dead
Were falling from the sky, or burned, or laid
Like broken promises across our altars.
This woman lit her courage like a candle,
Glimmering, before all whispers faltered
Before the lights were snuffed out by the Vandals.
She thought it was the end, and so did I,
The both of us surprised into the light,
The choking clouds, the dazzled tears we cried
Dispelled in daylight, bittersweet and bright.
Thank you for my life, O Lord. Please mend
My disbelief, for this is not the end.