Salt Water

They say that salt water cures everything. Tears. Sweat. The sea.

I’ve cried more tears than I can count. I’ve wiped my brow over and over again. I’ve stood at the edge of the ocean, knowing myself small at the vastness of its pulsing waves. And my problems remain.

But there’s the story of the Man walking on the sea. The same Man who cried at the tomb of a man dead four days. The same Man whose sweat one night dripped like blood onto the garden ground.

They say salt water cures everything. I think they might be right.