I’m standing on the shore and I study the far-off line: sky kisses water; I see the future. And the wind tempts and screams and my feet grow wet and cold from lapping waves. Garbage scars the sand.
And I just smile toward the line and the wide-open sea: the fullness of love that carries me to promised joy.
About Me
- Lacey
- "In his presence, a scroll of remembrance was written to record the names of those who feared him and loved to think about him." --Malachi 3:16
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