Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Life Saver

For years I kept afloat by my own

A desperate tread of water
the dismissal of
things I couldn't think

Keep busy I think
and I do. Fears are buried.

The storm picks up pace
and my splashing isn't
sufficient and I feel I might
drown. Water stings and my
eyes dip below and I

And now the choice must be made:
sink or swim and I choose swim.

I reach out and grasp the Holy One
whose hand is a constant stretch
and He breathes calm into me
and He rescues my drowned hope.

I gulp fresh air and rest in stable lifeboat
which is He and I feel drained and
haggard breath fills silence.
Air is honey and I call out
to the only one who gives true buoyancy.

God is ever faithful, my Savior.

"Oh Lord, My God, I will give you thanks forever." Ps. 30:12b

Joining Emily for Imperfect Prose...


life or something like it said...

beautiful image. How true that He is right there to calm us.. And that He is the life boat. I love that.

Anonymous said...

keep busy to bury fears...i think i have done that. it is good that we have a God to give our fears to!

Hilty Sprouts said...

So beautiful! I have felt that way too.

emily wierenga said...

you swim. you choose to swim. and he is our life boat. oh friend... thank you. for these words which strengthen our limbs. i appreciate you, so. happy thanksgiving. :)

Kati patrianoceu said...

That's a great juxtaposition, between your own buoyancy and divine buoyancy!

Jingle said...

that's what I do most of the time.
letting go is easier that way.
perfect imperfect prose.

awards/treats 4 u


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