There was a great battle last night; a storm raged. Yet this morning, the sun rose over the plain.
An earthquake swallowed a village, yet again in the morning: the sun.
Winds whip, and smashed trees, yet the hills remain.
Lord, you are steadfast, a rock underneath the world, the sun that rises each day without fail.
Let me look past the events of the hour and feel you underfoot, feel you shining upon me.