THE RISING TIDE
You are relentless. I feel empty, as impoverished and barren in spirit as I've ever felt in my life. You have carved out all the falsity in my being, all the sandcastles my hands endeavored to build in the time between shifting tides. The Proxigean Tide promises to wipe away even the memory of what once was.
You have recently revealed a coming shift, through the symbols of restoring your temple and the birth of your Son. Not two years ago you granted me a vision of new birth. Is it time? I know now it will only happen once the old is truly dead. It’s close. The wilderness has come, the temptations have come. The old is dying, holding on by disintegrating strands. It will not be long now. Hold my soul during these last gasps. It is too late to go back now, even if I wanted to. All I ask is you see me through this last bit, for it is a torturous agony I might have ran from in the beginning had I only known what you had in mind.