Nothing can tear us from the love
that breathed creation into birth,
that nurtured, mothered what we are
and placed us on this fragile earth.
We walk through chaos, fraught with fear,
where death distils its dark demands,
as tragedy pulls curtains down
and care is shattered, no more stands.
In all this stuff that forms our lives,
each place where hope seemed flawed or veiled,
in spite of all, through shadowed times,
a shimmering shard of light prevailed.
And nothing now in all the world,
it seems, can rip me from the grace,
that grace that holds me still in love,
in this and every future place.
Andrew Pratt 21/3/2019
Tune: O WALY WALY
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Written for David Hamflett