truthfully, these days crash forward like a crescendo of waves, like the sea all rising and pounding and lifting towards heaven and turning down to beat the earth where i stand. and with each rush of water, the ground beneath my feet transforms into something new, something unexpected, something i don't quite recognize.
but sometimes, especially after a violent storm, i look down at the earth to find pearls nestled there.
and so i take another step. i push through sorrow and fear; i cling to the sweetness of mercy that rises, new. and slowly i take shape, the shape of my soul.