The memory of her heartbreak
Comes up suddenly
renders it current
like bare feet finding driftwood
in the sand…hidden,sharp, painful,
The bruise lingers long
finds a place in the shadows
though never far from reach
She hopes there’s a beauty there
somewhere to be found in time
Years forward she prays
when memories surface
of times spent grieving
and temptations to despair
she’ll survive, even thrive
determined to embrace new life
and live each day in gratitude
worthy of joy, worthy of love
and embrace the faith
that conquers her fears
And though unspoken most times
on occasion she’ll choose
to unveil her sorrow
touch its driftwood texture
notice the grace of its curve
the depth of its grain, the places
where smoothness shines through
the rough memories of loss
and how she’s found a way
to live again and be able to say Amen
No Thing Ordinary 