Sights of water, washing over my thirst, giving armchair rest to frenetic thoughts and long to-do lists, and
smells surround of seaweed and brine, lifting the clinging darkness to dissolve into color and life
sounds of water lapping and crashing and yellow-legged gull calls, reaching out to grab my curious patience, so to lean closer and stay longer and
it is a now to be breathed and stored for the filled and furious days ahead.
Fill in the blank. ________
The song said “easy,” but for me “hot” is more apt. Therefore, hit the beach.
Unusual to see zombies out in the day,
stalking the beach.
Day after day of 110 drives you to water!
Known by many but known by few—image, identity, purpose twisted together, carnal and spiritual, an alienating stew,
feeling just as alone in a group as alone; and I thought
You would be enough, but . . .
The rants and rails of pundits are as unsettling as personal attacks. It is just like with lawyering where winning is more important than proving what is true. And
strangers take sides, and friends take sides, and what takes shape is a pulling and a tearing, and
I feel caught in the middle with no solution,
no resolution, and all of this when I thought
You would be enough.
And playing church stopped being an option, but I thought being more real would have less pain, but
the ragged edges of human spirits with or without acceptable doctrines is just as bleeding hard as playing the game and hiding the differences behind smiles and “God bless you’s,”
skirting round the edges of maybe relationships, and here, I thought
You would be enough . . .
But my need bumps up against inability to change how people feel, how people act,
how and whether people care—and the weight of emptiness haunts me in the night when I search the ceiling for release,
for answers, for a place to belong, and
I pray that with all of this,
You will please be enough.
Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you. ~I Peter 5:7