Though cracked and dry, the riverbed is still there.
The broken boat evidence of past actions.
Our hearts? Can they still hear the whispers of the waves? Can we still praise in the drought?
It’s hard, but nature doesn’t forget past blessings even as the landscapes change. The earth buries its evidence in layer after layer of newness.
I will try to sit, be silent, and remember the sound of waves lapping the shore. I will remember past blessings. I will praise.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Thank you. ❤