Tsunami

7, 4 and 3 years old...
Swept away.
The mother unconscious cannot mourn...
Only father and grandfather.

Where is God?
Where was He?
Was He watching?
Oh, yes...
A God of Love....
Well, how does this work out now?
In ways too unfathomable for me to understand.

My footsteps on the sand of these islands washed away...
Salt tears...a wave of salt tears...
Too unfathomable for me.....
I can understand, a bit, some of the pain.
I can understand pain.

These smiling faces will smile again.
But not now, not yet.
White Sunday coming soon...
But many will be dressed in black.