Red Sea by Steve Garnaas-Holmes You’ve been wronged: hurt, betrayed, accused, robbed of something, someone. The wound still bleeds, smoke still rises in twin columns. You can pretend, and your ruse will imprison you. You can rage, and your rage will enslave you. You can believe your deserving, and your shame will bury you. Or you can walk to the sea, the sea at the end of the world, the dark, chaotic waters of Creation, the Red Sea bounding your Egypt, the ocean of forgiveness. A bitter Pharaoh will follow you, but don’t turn back. You will walk into the pain, up to your ankles, the grief, up to your waist, the powerlessness, up to your chest before the waters part and you walk free.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 14:17:47 +0000
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