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Different moods of water float
with ease through broken ice. Let
our moods too. As water is drawn through rocky shores toward sandy beaches, may we be drawn to?

What is love that it should shine through the dark nights of our souls? What is darkness that it should reveal the light of our love?

Broken things, these sharp edges, have caused us to

shut down,

shut out,

shut up.

When our sharp edges are exposed,
they can cut so deep, so we try

to avoid them,

to hide them,

but sharp is sharp.

They cut, they hurt, they wound, they won’t leave us alone.

We want the edges smoothed, don’t we? Our own sharp edges
that have wounded, cut into the lives of others and have roughed up our own, we want them smoothed, don’t we?

The carbon atoms found in coal are squeezed, heated and pushed
toward earth’s surface where they can cool. Through pressure they are squeezed, heated, pushed. Once cooled, the dark clumps of coal…

Become the sparkling lights of diamonds.

Through fogs of loneliness, You
came. Your slow steady rocking rhythm smoothed waters and the rough edges of our broken pieces, our broken down faith, lives and promises.

Through lost hope, You came, continued on–loving–until
we stopped sailing our ships
into breakwaters that were there

to protect us,
not break us.

And You turned our sharp edges of
Loneliness into loveliness.

For my Charlie.

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