Love Flows Deep

Photography by Edouard Boubat

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“Every seashell is a broken star scattered in the sand.  A tiny wisp of the ocean lies trapped in it throbbing, for a lost wish.”    ~Author unknown

My grandmother had a huge conch seashell that she used as a door stop.  Her home was an old small house that was probably un-level making doors not stay ajar, but I loved it there.  My most fond childhood memories were there with my grandparents.  For years in my adulthood I would go to that place in my dreams.   A simple old house that held an ocean of lovely memories, much like that seashell that my grandmother had convinced me held the sounds of the sea deep inside for me to hear.

Love finds us

and holds us close

Tight yet gentle

Like a mother’s arms

We learn to hold on

And then we carry it with us

Through storm’s journey

And sunny shores

No matter how far off we drift

it remains close enough to hear

It is a majestic ocean

Within our veins

And we can never be lost

If we learn to truly listen 

To our heart

A Mighty Ocean and a Magnificent God

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~This is a response to a beautiful poetry prompt book given to me by my dear daughter Amber.~
Each page of the prompt book is a different word subject. This one is:
The Ocean

Let God's promises shine on your problems. ~Corrie Ten Boom

“It is bigger than we are” he said to me,

 speaking of the affliction of addiction

 evading our youngest son.

My heart had long since broken in countless pieces,

like grains of sand along the shore.

You see, the love we have

for our children

is a force that grows with time

and their struggles and heartbreak

are a sorrow we also hold just as tight.

Fears and hopes can be mighty things,

like an ocean across the horizon

becoming all we can see

but like a gentle soul once told me,

“God is bigger and He is with us.”

It is an awe-inspiring truth,

that God the maker of the universe

chooses to dwell within us

yet is gentle enough to ask.

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Many miracles and sorrows

have happened since that day.

My son is now whole in Christ,

and so are the pieces of my heart.

Whenever I think of what God can do

 I think of the beautiful and mighty ocean,

and when I stand before the sea

It is our beautiful and mighty God

that I truly see.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Deep Inside the Ocean

We cannot reach the measurement of the distance between one bitter heart unto another. Nor can we calculate the moment of transformation fron tenderness to callous, yet like some shells deep inside the ocean, every hard heart has cracked places that could break, we just cannot get close enought to see.