This is not the endI've been watching from afar as the community I grew up in has been battered by devastation. Fire came quickly with no warning, tearing apart peoples homes and memories. Hundreds are living with a real and present danger of even further destruction. The sun is glowing orangey-red in a haze of smoke. The long weeks of bushfire season still lay ahead.
This is not the end of this
We will open our eyes wide, wider
This is not our last
This is not our last breath
We will open our mouths wide, wider
And you know you’ll be alright
Oh and you know you’ll be alright
This is not the end
This is not the end of us
We will shine like the stars bright, brighter
This is Not the End by Gungor (Copyright 2011)
I watch as friends, families, communities bear together. I hear stories of immense generosity, of care, of the hospitality of all the saints.
This is not the end.
I sit with a friend in the deepest of pain. Life does not go to plan. No amount of empathy can alleviate the agony.
We sit. Tears. Silence. Quiet words of encouragement. Overwhelming anxiety. Hugs. More silence. More tears.
Pain and injustice and betrayal comes in threes and fours and fives it seems.
This is not the end, this is not the end of us.
It seems I can never stop questioning the whys and whens and how will we survive.
But because this is not the end....
We will shine like the stars bright, brighter.
Thank you God.