July First 2019
A poem
In this sea of memories
darkness and storm
mountainous waves
of pain and regret and
wounds that won’t heal
I flounder
Earlier this night
I left the boat to swim
for shore and safety
but the storm was too strong
and in desperation
I scrambled for and clung to
my inadequate craft
Now, like a Siren,
despair calls from the depths
I know its song
Its invitation to plunge
into the deep and dark
and bottomless abyss
Then I see You on the waves
A strong and solid rock
that never sinks
A light brighter than the sun
A man A God
The Man The God
“Despair is sin”. You say
“It is the easy way.
Do the impossible now.
Walk to me.”
“I will calm the waves.
I will heal your wounds
I will be faithful
Even when you are faithless
Walk to me now
across the ocean of your failures.”
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