Eight years ago, foggily I awoke from a 40-day deep, deep deep, sleep,

Seven times I've donned the sackcloth, which may continue seventy times seven in acceptance of my new reality.

Six years of gratitude directed my heavy heart and thoughts, to reframe and good perspective keep.

Five rehabilitation programs, cross country, helped regain vital functionality, to commence

Four years of study, processing grief, re-skill, and grow more confidently, despite my

Three-second memory retention, slowly, but surely, my amazing brain rewired grey space. My

Two eyes view life in fragments hoping to be restored, by the

One Almighty God, who has blessed me with life; I stand in awe of His grace.

Devastation rips through this sunburnt country,
Fires consuming life: livestock, land and promises birthed at the beginning of time lost in those we know.
Sneaky smoke ***** the breath from their lungs; saying it’s your time to go.
Why now?! When families gathered to celebrate with presents under a tree.

We are the land down under; great Holy Spirit consume this horror!
We see your love in the helping hand, the
Compassionate face that chose not to demand,
Gratitude for the thousands of helpers professionals, and the like, we praise you with honour.

Thank you