It’s power takes me by surprise,
overtaking my emotions.
Tears flow readily these days, it seems they’ll never stop.
Wash this sadness away.
Can one cry oneself out?
A salty tear leaks across my lip.
The taste reminds me of the ocean, the pounding surf I so enjoy.
These waves of grief ebb and flow.
Some days it’s high tide, other days low tide.
I walk the beach on the days I can.
But when I think I’m gaining ground,
more waves roll in.
“This too shall pass,” whispers my Comforter.
So I relax, taking deep breaths as Peace caresses me,
a mother holding her child.
Kathryne Leach, 6/19/2014
Christian author and inspirational speaker of truth that makes the darkness tremble. Author of two non-fiction books.