Waves of glory,
peaks and valleys of joy,
crashing down over my soul.
White crested righteousness
reaching to the clear, blue sky,
then falling, folding unto itself,
pulled down by the gravity
of my humanity,
only to rise again
through wisdom and prayer.
Cycles of faith
finally ending at the shores of your feet,
where it is absorbed
into the sands of eternity,
washed of its sin.
Each perfect grain
part of a grand,
all encompassing existence.
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