The driftwood tosses about in the sea
Worn by the waves and the turbulent water.
It looks like the end for the branch or the tree
But it’s just the beginning of beauty perfected.
The storm hews the edges, rough and ugly
Smoothing and softening each imperfection.
The salt and the sun bleach out stains dark
Cleansing and purifying in waters deep.
The wood, smooth and white tell a story
Of hot heat and waters deep.
Each line and each mark attest to the voyage
Of battle scars and beauty born in the rough waves of life’s journey.
Life is no different. We are tossed and beaten by trials. We are challenged and changed by the crashing waves of heartache. But in our heartache we are made perfect. The waves smooth out our rough edges, the heat cleanses and purifies our blemishes. We are wrinkled and scarred by the journey, but in the end, we are softer, smoother, and better for the deep waters and crashing waves that tossed and perfected us along the way.