Love Like the Beach

I want a love like the beach.

That safe place, number 1 on my list that I am always yearning to re-visit. A love that reminds me that though I am small, I am welcome to rest here. A love that invites me to its refreshing views and oh so wide, everlasting expressions of care.

I want a love like the beach.

That terrestrial, non-territorial environment whose winds whisper “just breathe”, “you’re fine”, and “it’ll be okay”. A love that exfoliates and smoothes. Whose seasonal chills grant appreciation for classic, summertime warmth.

I want a love like the beach.

A love outside of time, built on a rock and unphased by the storm. A love whose waves draw me closer and dissolve my tears. A love unapologetically like thanksgiving; serving the best of the best…in time. A love so abundant it should be annual, but it shows up daily.

I want a love like the beach.

Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

1 Corinthians 13:7 (NLT)

©2020 • Chan’tel Nikole Grayson

Somewhat of An Ode

I know you can’t stand forever
But before your demise
Here’s somewhat of an ode
To last a lifetime

In my heart there will always be memories of you, me, and the seas
The sand between my toes
Unbeknownst
Hiding evil mysteries

I know you can’t stand forever
Because the good book says you won’t
And the God you said you served
Is the God who assures you don’t

I read He put your soothsayers to shame
Don’t act surprised, you had it coming
Found out it truly wasn’t a game
And for your pain, there was no numbing

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
My God will not be mocked

It’s only a matter of time
before your tides run dry
The salt can’t soothe your wounds
The water can’t caress your lie

Confession:
I sing your anthem well
with nostalgia and grief
but for the vets, not the nation
For in you, I’ve lost belief

Why is that song so beautiful?!
Was it all part of your plot?
Did you give us something mesmerizing
To disguise our land in rot?

I pray for grace, ’cause I’m still here
But I’m telling you now, we’re done
I’m not calling this place my home
I’m from heaven, like The Son

No more relaxing by the shore
Pretending well is what you’re doin’
No more looking to you for justice
Just praying…and waiting on your ruin

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
My God will not be mocked

©2018 • Chan’tel Nikole Grayson