The Shape Of Life

The stormy beach. Shipwrecked hearts that land ashore.

Tide that rises as it pleases.

The coldness kills. A pain that ills.

Blame it on the helpess. Blame it on the faithless.

When hands for prayers are hands for fists.

When eyes for sight are eyes for fright.

Believe in pillars of sand and turn water into wine.

Still no peace rests at bay.

Shield me from the torment. The water stings.

The platform of life is molding, I'm rolling.

My edges bent. My wrinkles sprained.

Rust becomes gold in the warmth of the sun.

When what's old reminds me of the new.

My colors change.

My old shape fades.

The shape of life turned me into stone.

The chiseled piece of rock I call home.

The Waiting

Is it the mystery of life... getting what you want when you want it?

It's not a lie, but a truth that most of the greatest miracles and desires come in the moments where we least expect them to happen to us. I know we live in a "now" culture, but it's not just in a social media. It lies beneath the skin. The hardest truth to find comes directly from the purest of hearts. No man can read or tell the script your heart writes in secret.

I've found sage wisdom through the disasters of false hopes, desires, and honesty. What we desire most in a moment may not occur in the prime of your own timing though you are willing to bet your soul on it's prize. Truly we are fortunate we don't always get what we want when we want it for if we always did I think we'd look a little less human and possibly a little more selfish... or better yet ungrateful in due seasons.

Maybe it's to every moment it's own, maybe it's not. Sometime's grace is the second coming of an opportunity dealt in a delayed time just for us to come around and hit this one out of the park.

Losing isn't always losing forever, it's simply waiting for the right day for it to rain.

-Emanuel