buoyancy:
A desperate tread of water
and
the dismissal of
things I couldn't think
about.
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
panic.
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
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6 comments:
beautiful image. How true that He is right there to calm us.. And that He is the life boat. I love that.
keep busy to bury fears...i think i have done that. it is good that we have a God to give our fears to!
So beautiful! I have felt that way too.
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. :)
That's a great juxtaposition, between your own buoyancy and divine buoyancy!
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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