In Sri Lanka’s turmoil, where fear took its hold,
Terror and uncertainty, stories untold.
Kamala’s people, a minority, caught in the strife,
Many lost all—belongings, numerous lives.
Through riots and struggles, in ’58 and ’77,
Poverty and fear, no peace to be given.
Though the government sought to restore the calm,
Terror reigned, and hearts knew no balm.
One dark day, she worked in the office with a friend,
As dusk fell, she had to return home alone.
The rain poured down, and streets grew dim,
She prayed for protection, afraid but hopeful.
She took determined steps, towards her house on the hill,
The world around her felt cold as stone.
Few people lingered, no women in sight,
She felt the weight of the darkened night.
Suddenly, she felt a man’s steps behind,
His stride followed hers, to be exact.
She quickened her pace, her heart in a bind.
She prayed aloud for safety and light.
Suddenly, a ring of grace shone, bright in the night.
The light moved with her, its presence near.
Did the man also see the bright light?
Her heart beat loud, she swallowed hard.
At the fork in the road,
Her heart raced as he veered away,
A wave of relief as he took his own way.
She breathed a sigh, her heart filled with praise,
She knew God was here.
For His love had made this possible.
With thanksgiving, she climbed the hill,
God’s protection near, His love standing still.
In that moment, her soul found peace,
For in His arms, all fears would cease.
In times of fear, when shadows fall,
God’s love surrounds us, a refuge for all.
A very present help, our strength and shield,
In His loving arms, we are safe as in a father’s tight embrace.
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