Counting the Waves

(one of those moments that snuck up on me)

I looked out at the great lake and began counting the waves.

The ones in front of me were the first to be named: one, two, three...

And then I looked to the right, and the left.

Four, five six...

I got to eleven before it became overwhelming.

There were too many waves. Coming to shore way too fast for me to catch.

I sat there in silence; I knew I couldn’t count the waves.

And I heard the voice say,

“Yeah, this is my focus on you.

This is how small you are in front of my crashing love.

Wave after wave, up and down the shore, dwarfing you.

Enjoy.”

And I did. I enjoyed it. I felt the tears of surprised gratitude circle my eyes.

And I sat there. Overwhelmed.

And started counting the waves again.

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