waves

high spirited and with destruction and ruin they crash and carry away the sands laid carefully on the beach by eons of experiences..... ruthlessly heartlessly carrying it away leaving behind barren cold dark mud, with gullies made by the rivers of water as they rush back to join the water only to return again with fury leaving isolated hostility in its wake... slowly and gradually even painfully the ebb and flow eases to gently remind the shoreline of days past.... the sands slowly are washed back to fill the rugged scarred coast, unhurriedly covering all evidence related to the despair of which it is capable.... soon the crevices are filled and only the smooth white shining of the suns reflection is visible to the careless observer.... but the sands are deeper and more pure, and more rooted than ever before.... with a silent dignity known only to that which has rebuilt from nothing with nothing other than what which God approved, the solemn expression of peace reigns....