The lake sighs with every breath He takes.
In and out,
sending the waves
Clearing the shore of things forgotten.
One’s trash, ones treasure,
Their footprints now their past.
He washes it all away.
Mistakes long forgiven,
Hope reborn,
But His charity is looked over,
Not good enough in the eyes of men.
Yet onward He goes,
Waves lapping all that’s lost,
Then giving them life anew elsewhere.
For it is His passion
To make all things live once more.