Manna and Coffee

I saw unforgivingness on a beach. Where a river flowed before me. Running waters that were crystal clear. I could see through the banks that held them together. Just in front of me stood a barrier, full of stone and rock, waiting to pierce anything that I touched. I longed to reach beyond that which prevented me to experience what was held for me there. I saw the Designer of the sand create a substance for me, from which I stood. Everything that beauty was made from, he placed in my hand. I will stand no longer in stillness, on this beach of unforgivingness. I will move, and I will flow once again.