Last Breath(not really a worship post, but some of my writing all the same :) )

A one room shack with little to show,

But a little girl sitting, and waiting out the snow.

It is not her home, just a place to rest,

a place to belong, a place to forget.

Forget the pain of the frost on her face

and the loneliness of long winter days.

She stares at the snow falling through the cracks in the window;

Falling, landing, melting

Falling, landing, melting.

Singing a sad tune that only the little shack hears

"broken chair, broken glass, broken present, broken past,

broken hopes and broken dreams,

Everything is broken it seems.

Let the pieces fall where they may and

hope for a better day."

The orange glow of the winter night shines

through the window, casting shadows in the tiny space.

The little girl curs up in the middle of the floor.

With a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth,

she whispers a prayer of thanksgiving for the shelter

of the tiny shack.

Preparing to ascend she takes her last breath and says goodbye.

Snow falls through the cracks in the window

of a one room shack.

With little to show but a little girl finding her last comfort

under the roof, sheltered from the snow.

Living, resting, dieing

Living, resting, dieing