Your divine beacon shines through the fog of my disgrace
to give my spirit new hope, new joy, new life.
Your Word, Jesus Christ, is a strong and mighty tower,
a lighthouse that stands strong, steady, and sure amidst troubled waters.
Your voice floats over the waves of my being,
giving strength as it travels until in mighty crescendos
it cascades over the polluted shores of my sinful soul,
cleansing each sin in its wake,
and speaking peace and calm to a troubled sea of thoughts, angsts, and emotions.
I turn and walk towards the sunset leaving each empty shell of remorse
on His shore of forgetfulness.
Photograph-the Oregon coastline 2001