THE SHORE "The sand washes into my nostrils and backs out into its wave. The grit of the earth coats my cheek. Left by a most difficult year - adrift and weathered. A ray of sun strokes my eyelid as it opens to a blinding sheet of possibility. Pain brings with it an excruciating clarity. When you can sense nothing outside of your anguish, the world becomes simple. The only thing that matters, is God. When the flesh of your soul is stripped raw, and only He is large enough to cup it in His palm..." Read more: bensko.squarespace/imported-20120303161751/2013/8/6/the-sea.html
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 00:21:20 +0000
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