January 01, 2005

the rain that falls from broken skies.

it's january 1, 2005. here we are lazing in our beds, revelling in the warm embrace of sunshine, enjoying the extended weekend holidays. not far off, bodies lie half-baked in the sun, flags fly at half-mast, tears fall like rain upon the devastation.

how fortunate are we? to be a sheltered people, literally and figuratively. to be able to celebrate with music and good cheer in the streets, and be greeted by the well-wishes of family and friends, while fishermen and farmers toil with blood and sweat, only to come face-to-face with Death's arm of destruction, to lose all they could call their own in a single instant.

it's a brand new year. but let us also live this new year reminded of how fragile life is, and that every single breath we take is a blessing in itself.

and pray.
that those who loved and lost will find faith and courage once again.
and that you and I will be changed by the unchanging message of love, peace and a sound mind.
gid posted at 14:01