tides

come and find me by the sea
where, perched upon the edge of possibility,
i dangle
over the precipice of memory
in a place worn smooth by time
made jagged by storms
where nothing changes and
everything has changed
where the fog of longing rolls in
and recedes
rolls in, rolls in
and recedes
endlessly drawing its curves
in the sand of my heart
which, though shifting, longs ever for you

turns

it's always a mystery why sometimes things go one way when they could have easily have gone another, but i am so grateful that my sister walked away from a car accident today. and that there are people there to take care of her and that she was able to reach me and get the word to the family without being bombarded by too many questions, without having someone freak out they way she was already freaking out. there are no words that could ever get at my gratitude. thank you! thank you! thank you, Lord!