long after the last raging storm has passed.
The beating, scorching sun an equally opposing enemy,
and just as brutal.
Surrounded by taunting waves lapping against my parched skin.
Teasing me with their deceiving nature;
appearing as respite for my intense thirst.
Only to destroy me from the inside out.
Darkening clouds gather on the horizon.
I cling tightly to this worn buoy.
Too frightened to let go, closing my eyes.
Struggling in the current, the shadow of my
Salvation and Shelter
A vast and steady Rock, always within my reach.
My fingers delicately brush along the Foundation.
I know the power.
Rest for my weariness.
Food for my soul.
The Water to quench all thirst.
I must grab hold of my true anchor and surrender this
But why can’t I release my desperate grasp?
JUST LET GO! I scream inside.
I struggle to recall
any joyous sound.
A despondent cry escapes my arid lips.
Once again, I feel your gentle breath on my sweaty brow.
Your loving hands cradle my exhausted body.
Let go, You whisper.
I feel my rigid limbs loosen.
My aching bones relax.
You calm my weepy and repentant heart.
These buoys are not real, You remind me.
We turn to face the approaching storm,
Your only survival lies here
in Christ alone.