When All is Lost: For Jeanne

This is my friend, Jeanne Kincaid Miller's house that burned down recently.

When All we had is Lost

Facades are Stripped Away

The Ruins Pile around us

Harsh in the light of Day

The Shock is Overwhelming

The Spirit Reels, Hands Shake

As, Holding those still With us

Great Gratefulness we Take

Suddenly, People Show us

How much they Really Care

When Things are Gone completely

Find So Much More is There

The Father’s Arms surround us

True Friends amaze with Love

Where once we took our Comfort

Replaced from Heaven Above

The Things will come again

God knows our every Need

But what can’t be Replaced or Touched

Is every Thoughtful Deed

Our lives are Changed Forever

But everything is new

Life’s Unasked Chance to Start Again

Experienced by Few

Unwanted as it Is

Cataclysmic in its Sound

Yet, when All Things are surely Lost

 All that is Real is Found