It shatters in the stillness,
It seems like extending outward and inward at the same time,
and your soul can hardly grasp at it.
Waves crash upon an unknown shore, and lighthouses seem ripped from moorings.
Nothing is as it seems,
and yet the world spins by, oblivious, alive.
Thinking of Samantha tonight.
Clinging to this:
Though He causes grief,
Yet He will show compassion
According to the multitude of His mercies.
For He does not afflict willingly,
Nor grieve the children of men.