Breaker

It isn’t the initial break of the wave that causes the damage. It is the receding, that carries with it the pieces. Time after time, wave after wave, thought after thought. Those pieces, those grains of sand, the innocence, or parts of us that will never return except by some miracle. If the initial break was one and done, we might be able to move on quicker, having not lost as much. So it feels like in life- break of wave after break of wave, pain after pain, taking, always taking pieces of our soul. Until what? What are we left with? It certainly isn’t the same as where it started. Once full of life and plenty, is now stripped away, compacted, desolate. I don’t need these same pieces back, those ones taken out to sea, but how can life be restored? What can bring consolation?

Time.

For alas, a different wave fills in. One that is meant to build back what its counterpart has robbed. This sand is different. Purified by the sea. This new life is better than the last. To have lost but regained something better is bittersweet and often painful, but necessary for life to move on. Alas, I trust, I lean into, I wait for that which only time, that is to say the Lord will repair in the natural process.