THE WASHING

When my heart stopped beating, I found refuge in the water.

In each roar of the ocean I heard my name, with the sweeping of its body upon the shores, I felt the pulling away of every inadequate thought.

Upon the beige and brown sands I poured you out, all of you, not one ounce to be spared.

Stones multi-colored, big and small, rocky and smooth echoed my journey with you.

Shells mingling along the stones, proving and testifying, to my breaking out of the mold made for me.

I was centered, centered in the midst of the calling of my name…

I had no more room to give you...

Another rush against the shores charged my heart, until finally I was free, and the thorn jagged inside, loosed its hold.

I was happy to see that I could still bleed, that my heart was still flesh, even after you.

No tears to contend with, I lifted up my head and inhaled a healing only the creator could give.

With the exhale of my lungs...

I watched you roll away from me, while the tide pulled me towards something better.

Something new, towards a place of silence, where serene meets bliss at the setting of the sun.