Peace finds me in a state of turmoil, sitting with my feet buried in the sand.
Each grain exfoliating the stress that I feel from where I have taken my stand.
Gently cleansing the calloused mess that I have made of things of late.
Removing it layer by layer exposing emotions ranging from bitterness to hate.
No anger comes, no resentment flows as I listen to the angry sea.
Only tears of understanding and of confusion pour from with in me.
There is nothing calm about the waves tonight, they are determined and full of power.
Most would fear the beast within yet I have no desire to hide or cower.
I need the devastation that is only wrought by the unending pounding of each wave.
In the crests I feel a release and a renewed faith that I may yet be saved.
With purpose I sit and open my heart and soul to the message that it brings.
I hear the song of sanity that each new current does sing.
Reminding me of a past that has been overcome.
Deafening me with it's lullaby that is heard only by some.
The resurfacing of shells is my proof that I can once again fly high.
They are dredged from the core of the oceans floor pristinely brought to shore to lie.
They are gathered with care and excitement by the children who's dreams seem ohh so real.
They give hope and faith in a world that has turned to anything but Gods will.
