Low tide

For so long I have walked along during high tide. Walking carefully on the strip of the path still visible, not yet swallowed by the waves. Though sometimes rocky and jagged I clung to the path with all I had, for at times it seemed as though I had nothing else. I have been walking this path for so long now that I just took a moment to stop and stare as I saw the waves in front of me slowly start to decline. The tide had ever so slightly began to decrease leaving in front of me a smooth untouched path. As I gathered what breath I could catch I continued to walk, leaving my uneven footprints as I went. I knew this day would come when I finally felt as though I had breathing room, room to stretch and relax. The day had arrived and the path only continues to slowly emerge from the lapping waves. I know it will not happen in one swift movement, it will continue to be a process, of that I am certain. So I choose to continue walking the slowly appearing path, giving thanks to the Almighty all the way for his enduring mercy.