On the edges of the
sacred shore
where dwells the
gentle bound of peace and love.
Bathing in tears of
truth in life and death.
Drawn to the shore
in order to cleanse from the tumult.
Out in the waters
are the storms of life
where we learn to
navigate in choppy water.
Yet in the shore
we
may respite in divine grace.
The love of being
claimed as a child.
Needing to rest in
Arms strong and safe.
Sacred ground of
rest and family
gathers to care at the shore.
Then it is time to
cast out once more.
Gathering the love
and prayers
found on the peaceful
healing camp of the
souls wisdom.
Found and reclaimed
safe in the boat of
God's loving arms.
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