Pulling away at my many layers of sand
Eroding my confidence in beauty
Taking what makes me whole
Shrinking my shores down to lonely rock.
What am I without my sands?
Can there be a scenic view without my defining feature?
Is there any value in one who promises to delight
But can offer nothing but a flat ground
Devoid of the freckled shells that once brought us joy.
Forlorn, I thought you had forsaken me.
I didn't know that my bareness was no shame
That your glassy waters have always seen through me
That the rock I had called my own was your stability
Faithful regardless of how little I had become.
You knew me when I didn't know myself
You saw my grasping at what I couldn't keep
You remained when all else was snatched away
You believed I was worth more than all the sands of the sea
You loved me at my unloveliest.
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I am the LORD your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar—the LORD of hosts is his name. And I have put my words in your mouth and covered you in the shadow of my hand, establishing the heavens and laying the foundations of the earth, and saying to Zion, "You are my people."
Isaiah 51:15, 16
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