She knew she was getting closer as the crashing of the waves could be heard just ahead. And with each thunderous roar, she felt the beckoning vibrations welcoming her home. Those undulating arms grew her anticipation, each surge increasing her desire for all she had missed. And as the last golden mound appeared, her excitement could hardly be contained. For she knew in just a few more moments she’d be dipping her eager toes in those wonderful frothy tides. One last hurdle was all it took, and then a sigh and gasp broke free. It was even more beautiful than she’d remembered, and a sea of gleaming diamonds met her wondrous gaze. The lolly she’d been enjoying suddenly fell forgotten. The shiny morsel deeply embedded in the powdery sand. The jaw-dropping scene left her limp and bedazzled. The setting much too impressive for any other cares.
I remember the way the branches curled towards me that day, the way they swayed to and fro. It was something beautifully unexpected, a miracle of nature, a divine curiosity. And I remember standing there in wide-eyed awe, losing myself to the sheer loveliness, lost in a state of childlike wonder. Chills crept down my spine in delightful little bits, and goosebumps erupted as a plethora of tingling sensations washed over me from head to toe. But the thrill wasn’t meant to last, and after one breathless sigh I blinked, and the exquisite array vanished. That was when the heaviness began to gather at my feet, and an unforeseen darkness approached from a place I’d never been. As the winds altered their direction, everything changed. And the wondrous splendor of that unforgettable day is still nowhere to be found.
It’s easy to relinquish those timeless devotions when disappointments become standard issue, and the old familiar stack of unexpected surprises becomes a thing of the past.
It’s easy to disregard anything that stops feeling like home because the heart can’t reside in hollowed out places, and it needs a strong binding to keep it grounded aside a meaningful attachment.
Intrinsic to human nature, it’s easy to surrender compulsion when magnetic forces end up misaligned; the resistance is a force of nature that cannot be manipulated, for it goes against the natural law.
I want to live Where the waves crash upon the shore To hear those tumultuous waves Pounding like pistons Smoothing every jagged rock With timeless precision Ever reminding me Of the silver linings Found in my afflictions For with every persistent beating Comes polished perfection