An Ode to Sri Lanka💔
Gods Little Pearl.
One of great price.
Plucked from the very depths of the warm Indian Ocean.
Verdant in splendour, her hills covered with tea plantations, her valleys with spices that galleons would traverse great seas for.
Vistas of beauty..
A feast for the eyes
Overwhelming every sense.
Rimmed with gold, that Pearl, her beaches with sands so fine, great rocks eroded down from the ancient, to encircle the jewel in glorious resplendence.
Her people Beautiful.
Etched with a deep grace.
Resilient within, they have stood tall and strong through the winds that menaced, storms that battered, and a Wave that stole thousands.
And thousands more lost, as internal struggle threatened to dull and mar the patina that the Lovely Pearl wears..
~yes scarred and razed, but in no way damaged to the point of disfigurement or desolation.
For she is robust and durable, is the Little Pearl..
And like a tear sliding down the Face of God, He watches as the sparrows fall, and He weeps.
He weeps and grieves for those who know Him not..
For those caught up into conflict which they do not own..
And for those who perished as they were on pilgrimage to worship the Risen King.
Oh so precious, the blood of His Saints..
And we the world, lament, as we watch horror again unfurl over this Nation..
We are sorry for your loss, angry with the unfair attack upon your vulnerable inhabitants.
We turn to prayer and supplication..
Knowing that you will rise again to take your place.