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Where Sand Meets the Sea

I left my heart where the sand meets the sea

Hoping that the salt in my wounds would bring about healing

Often wondering what it would feel like

To have all of Sea’s waters wash over me

To have all of Light’s colours spill into me

Breaking chains off my chest

so I can breathe


I left my heart there at the edge

In the capable Hands of the One who understands


I left my heart at the edge of discovering

The future I dreamed of with you and me

I left my heart, letting the waves crash over me

Wishing, just for once, to not be so understanding


I have seen more than you know

I understand better than you think

But, I have also not seen it all

And I’m by no means perfect,

but please don’t think

That I am holding on to grudges

Or besmearing memories with smudges

This is just my process

Of learning to let go of

What I hoped would be forever

The future with you I dreamed of

- full of promise


I left my heart here at the edge

In the loving Hands of Him who only has hopeful plans

I left my heart here in the Light,

where wave and sand collide

Where motion and turbulent commotion

can strip away all that was never part of

His dream-design for love


I left my heart here on Grace-beach

Where I felt you slip just out of reach

Where I felt, through fingers - falling

All the love I could’ve possibly been pouring

Into empty space

where we once stood face to face


I left my heart here in Love’s hands

Where He could mould me, shape me

Like the waves do the sands

And one day, when I’m ready

When His promise comes to fulfilling

He looks right into me

Holding out a renewed heart

Passionately beating


And where I left my heart on the shores of heartbreak

He will offer it back - fully alive and awake


I left my heart where the waves meet the sea

Where His love drowns my fear and tears

And His peace rushed in wildly

Restoring me


The beach I was walking on when I started writing this piece and praying as I felt Him near...
The beach I was walking on when I started writing this piece and praying as I felt Him near...
The beach I sat on in Mozambique as I felt him near again... drawing my attention to the healing He still wanted to bring.
The beach I sat on in Mozambique as I felt him near again... drawing my attention to the healing He still wanted to bring.

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