It comes in waves. But mostly it remains at sea.
Mirrors and mimics the tides.
Mercifully stays off shore for long and healthy seasons.
Replacing white-capped waves with tranquil seas.
And then the storms come
Churning up the waters, turbulence sucks and spits and spins
Water spouts pop up in the darkest of spaces
Blow backwash in the pristine open air
Monstrous waves drown out joy
Bury hope beneath the weight of the abyss
And the wailing begins, again
Doubt is dumped like heavy silt
From the bottom, ocean’s floor
Wind and waves roar
Splash mockingly at me
Pieces of the soul, taken by the raging sea
Deposits broken bounty on the rock
Sun burned now they shatter
Cracked and brittle, bleached out
Under the blazing sun’s
Hallowed blinding rays
Of the belly, from the pit
All that once was good
Replacing it with death
It comes in waves
And when it does it drowns
Dilutes the passion and the art
Water logs the spirit
Dampens the soul
Like wrinkled flesh
Now seem water logged
And repetitions of the sinful same
The sea soaked soul
Her watery grave
It comes in waves.
A gentle ebb, a gentle flow.
She scurries shorebird like
Running from the watery fingers of the waves
Seeks shelter from entanglement in
Nets of grasses
Jelly fish, the stinging nettles
Out to harm and weigh her down.
And so it will be
Like the sea
Forever prsent, as the tides
She seeks the shelter more, not less
A place of safety in the arms
Of Creator of The Sea
And claims her prize
She runs from pride
In calm sweet waters
And dives deep boldly into
Pools of calm sweet grace
A ring of mercy safely round her neck
The Saver of Her Soul
Floating now, in peace, atop
Wave on wave of His amazing grace.
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