A Passage of Rite

Waves crash upon the broken sediment. The bag's nearly empty & out of soil, it starts to rot away. Nowhere to run & nowhere to hide the sediment has settled in.
God doesn't forgive the ultimate sin. But it's free of guilt. For what plagues many to hide & coward underneath the clouds. Once the bag hits the ocean it can be heard from miles all around.
Free of pain, the barrier that keeps us from risking our lives. And free of misery, something we cope with just a blade or a knife.
Then you tend to wonder, what does the future have in hold for me?
To be apart of the sea.
God forgive thee, for we have sin. We've tried contacting you but you never seem to listen. Now the ocean calls as the water glistens.
For the moon is our witness & the clouds our messenger.
The ocean becomes our haven it is our savior.
Amen.