She was calling to God.
It was her anchor to sanity.
I don’t know what religion or faith she belonged to and I didn’t care.
She didn’t either.
The only thing I know is she probably lost friends, loved ones, home, possessions, all the things we humans cherish.
She was singing.
She wasn’t seeking pity.
It made an impression. A little peace and hope where one would think none existed.
Her soul was with God for the moment. Like the peace one feels in the eye of a hurricane.
Comment by ichabod | May 5, 2010