(By Rachel Joyce)
The sun bled into the sea
As I wept on the shore
Gold and blue intermingled
While sea gulls swooped and shrieked
Overhead.
The still-warm sand covered my toes,
Slipped through my fingers,
As I watched the sun sink lower
And soon it was swallowed up
By the sea.
The beauty made my heart ache.
I longed to hold it forever, to assuage
The pain and sadness, and in the stillness
My grief seemed a living thing,
Clinging tightly.
Why does healing take so long?
Where do I go to find joy again?
And how will I find the strength
To go on living, to keep on serving?
Do you know?
The steady rhythm of the waves
Mimics the beating of my heart
I watch them crest and crash
On the sand, over and over again
I’m so tired.
You, Lord, are my only strength.
My hope is in You and You alone.
You are my everything — ocean
Of abundance and sufficiency,
I rest in You.