Oars sink into the sand
My boat tosses in the waves
I walk along the outskirts of this new found dreary place.
Hands rake through the pebbles
Turning pieces of my mind
I search the horizon for a hopeful beacon of light.
Tears flow through
But I can’t imagine why
It’s as if our God has put me here until I learn to fly.
Sea gulls soar over head
Shadows lead me through a haze
I bend down to make a fire that can warm my hands and face.
Smoke curls into strange shapes
Weaving baskets from memories
I collect the tiny treasures then I toss them to the sea.
Free of care
Dancing alone until I see
I dive deep with abandon and discover I am free.