"Oh Lord my G-d, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the world thy hand hath made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, thy power throughout the universe displayed. Then sings my soul, my savior G-d to thee, how great thou art how great thou art . . .
She stared out, over the water at the setting sun. Rays of light shone brightly, shooting out, off of the horizon. It was more beautiful than anything she could think of. It was so perfect, so fulfilling. It was like a small light held within her heart. All that beauty. All that life. All that feeling. And in a few moments, it would all be gone, and all memory of its existence would disappear. All, that is, except for the small light shining in her heart.