He's always still

Dear God,

This is the day
Where some parts of the world crumble
Where people can tangibly hold their agony
Some parts of the world
Lies smaller corners
Where our existence lay
Small but significant nonetheless
Trying our utter best to do what we can
With what we have
And even if we don't have
It seems worth the embarrassment
For the silliness of the moment
Later to be a memory

Sometimes, we felt like throwing in the towel
Other times in pain
Bereaved
Hurt
Lost
Discouraged

But God
You never seem far
Though intangible
Though invisible
You never tumble
You never fall
And You never fail to comfort those in need


No matter what happens
Your Grace is never far from where You won't be able to reach us






I Love You, God.
Never make me grow up without You.