There is no escaping
It floods into every space
What once was far off, soon rolls in with the tide,every side is surrounded
All consuming, pursuing
It pushes past and over every obstacle
Every rock. Branch. Bump.
It cannot stop the force
It’s power and authority
It’s love and kindness
It rolls in from the deep
Deep calls out to deep
Deep- down and down
It’s where the treasure is
The matter-the heart and soul
It digs deep and brings up the ugly
It brings the ugly up to shore
But also the beauty
It’s a beautiful ugly mess of the good and the bad
It rises higher and higher
Stronger and stronger
Tossing, turning
It hurts- these waves.
It’s near impossible to fight back. To push against the current.
It’s strong. And never ending. It pulls and pushes and takes you under.
The good and the bad. Rolling around.
But then, just a silence with distant hum of the past waves that took ahold of you
And what’s left, is you. Safe and sound.
What is in the depth of your soul is brought to the shore as you emerge shaken but grateful
Grateful for this tossing and turning.
Grateful for the tumultuous, turbulent waves.
Grateful for the deep
The tossing and turning bring forth the smooth
It’s a beautiful mess created by a beautiful Creator
And the beauty is- it’s you.
