Forgiveness

I have come here

every year for 

eight years.

This is my

Church.

This is my safety.

I drove for

hours to 

get here

and I 

have rested

before I 

headed to my church.

I wanted to

have a clear

head.

I walk

through the

trees,

through the 

sand.

I climb over the

dunes.

As I climb over

I see.

I see my

God.

He is enormous

but his spirit is

loud

with each 

crashing wave.

I stop ontop

of the dune.

usually

when I come

I have sorrow 

in my heart,

questions that 

need to be awnsered.

Tears that 

need to be wiped.

But not

this time.

This time

As I walk down

to the crashing

waves,

I get down 

on my knees.

I say under

my breath.

Thank you for

all you have given me

and all I am 

going to be.

You reply by

whispering 

in my ear.

The wind

off the ocean

so sweet.

You whisper,

You are forgiven

my child,

my love.

The warm

sand on my knees

chimes in.

You are forgiven.

I whisper 

forgiveness.

I give 

and then

I get. 

forgiveness