Flocks of seagulls…

Shattered in Him

Several years ago, I spent some time in New England and explored the coast in several directions.  I loved all of the rock jetties and, since it was the middle of December, the beaches were practically deserted.  There were many lovely spots to stand in solitude and listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks while the occasional seagull flew overhead, crying out with a song only they understood.  Sometimes, those seagulls sounded so desperate that it was startling.  The sound of the ocean waves was quite soothing and I could have stood there forever and let the song of the sea drown out the storms that were raging inside of me.

As we sat on a pier somewhere near Cape Cod, a friend’s father showed me what would happen if you put a cracker on the hood of the car.  He warned me to climb into the backseat…

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