The weeping, walking woman

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the woman begins
warm feet
sinking into cool sand
the sun still sleeps
her soul is stirring
a hurricane
building up inside
she feels the funnel cloud
forming
swirling
picking up debris
from the long day before
when the stitches
she had been
so meticulously placing
across her soul
had been yanked out
in one tiny sentence,
“way to step up, mom…”
her pace quickens
the ache inside growing
her steps are heavy
she burns inside
onward she pushes
each word thrown at her
a new upwelling of failure
which bounces
off her bones
like an echo
reverberating across
the trampled sea grasses
of her life
there in front of her
is the storm
pieces caught up in the funnel
voices screaming
diminishing
punishing
securely
knotting
around her heart
as it swells up
trying to beat in rhythm
to keep pace with the madness
and then,

the
LOG
appears
and she falls to her knees
and begins laying her
sorrows
at the feet
of the mighty ocean

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tears fall.
soon
she is sobbing
for the weakness
in her which allows
the ripping
of the healing cord
forgiveness
has given her
she is choking on
encumbrance
when
she feels
the hand
of
GOD
as he
whispers
“chin up, buttercup…”
her body fills with
warmth
forgiveness
grace
light
love
energy
acceptance
faith
in that one small
moment of unfurling
her burdens
She stands
shakes out her beach towel
and feels
the lightness
of release
a smile
now lightly painted
across her
face

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she notices the birds
playing at waters edge
her eyes catch
a barnacled shell
she wraps her fingers
around it,
shakes it clean from sand
and places it in her pocket
to carry home
just as GOD
has dusted her off
and cradled her in the palm
of HIS hand…
the walking, weeping woman
averts eye contact
with fellow travelers
her silent gaze fixed upon the
current of water
to the east
she is not looking
for a good morning
or hello
she
is
not
there…

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her spirit is gliding across
the water
with the pelican
and soaring
up to the sky
with the seagull
she
is
not
ready
for
this
day
one glance to the west
and she grins
at the sight of her truck
her calling
her colors
her life
knowing
silly, goofy
Stewie
will be waiting for
her
striking his pose
saying to her,
“What? you want a piece of this?”
now laughing
she thanks
GOD
for this
healing love
he has placed
within her life
turns towards the steps
head held high
and begins
to paint her day
in color…

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