Excerpt: A View from the Lighthouse

The sea lapped against the rocks. Waves crashed in, rhythmically. She sat, fetal, at the edge of the cliff. She could see the hundred foot drop. She could see the jagged rocks that jutted out, meeting the water. It was truly beautiful. She hadn’t intended to sit and watch the waves. She had had an entirely different purpose in coming here. But the waves - the whispering waves. They stopped her in her tracks. Tragic beauty could not compare. There was something in this scene - so overwhelmingly beautiful - that changed something in Dahlia. Something was awakening. She had held on to so many things in her life, unhappy things, things she couldn’t seem to get over. Why hold on to it, when should could let it go? Yes, the waves whispered to her, rolling forward and back, forward and back. She could give it up. She could let it go. She would take the pain and offer it up.
All at once she felt a weight lifted. She had simply decided to overcome her pain, and all at once, it was gone. The hole in her chest felt like it was being washed clean. As every wave moved in and out, she felt it rinse her spirit. The green sea water pulled every past thought, past vulnerability, past shame, and deposited them in the great wide sea. When every black strand had been pulled away, the water continued lapping up. It polished her soul, and made it to shine. She could feel it’s warmth and glow, and knew Who was causing it. She smiled, knowing, at last.