Short Story: #2 What Heights of Love

  Although a time of silence and slight chilliness in the church, a little grey frocked girls' mind wasn't on the songs that were being played through the crackling speakers. No. She was as far from that building as she could have been. She stood still with the others in the pew, and sat with them as well when they were seated. But she couldn't understand all the words being spoken, not when there was so much crying around her.  She didn't even know why there was a box, she didn't even know at the time that her great-grandfather was inside. Her little hand was gripped in the firm grasp of her older sister, and she didn't even know why so many people where crying. Then, she watched as people went up one by one and talked, but even seated next to her sister in silence, she didn't understand. When people began walking by the box, she followed her family as they passed the coffin. But all she knew, was that she didn't want everybody to be crying. Then, when her family had passed the box, still holding her sister, she began walking to the pew, but then, slipping her little gloved hand out of her sister's, she trotted up to the preacher. Although she could hear the hurried steps her sister behind her, the preacher kneeled down to her level when she tugged his robe. "What is it Tabitha?" He asked. Tabitha whispered into his ear, and he nodded as he listened, motioning to her sister to wait a moment. "Of course dearie." He said, smiling fondly as he stood back up. "My friends, I have someone here who would like to sing you all something."
Handing down the microphone to Tabitha, and whispering something back to her, she nodded, and began. Her voice quivering slightly once she heard how loud her voice was sounding.

 In Chw-w-ist alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my stwength, my song;

She looked at the preacher, he smiled at her and nodded for her to continue.

this Cownewstone, this solid Ground,
firwm thwough the fiewcest dwought and stowm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when feaws are stilled, when stwivings cease!

She could see her family smiling, and that's what she wanted. Nobody was really crying anymore, or if they were, they weren't crying like they had been before.


My Comfowtew, my All in All,
hewe in the love of Chwist I stand.



-Mae