I Lying here Cold, dark, still, Powerless. Only acted upon. Still but not at rest Motion flowing over and around Forces greater than I At work? One moment gently brushing past my face Like quiet breeze Refreshment and life, then, Disorientation, tumbling, Drifting to unknown. Impacting without grace or respite. Edges breaking, Cracks splitting, Will I emerge intact? Then once more at rest as currents calm Peaceful Irritating? Stuck once more without motion. Longing always for the in-between Where I control my destiny Exciting But safe but alas... Here I lie Knowing only the current and not what lies in front of me. These years wear deep. Original form gone. Chipped away by days of current and flow- Impact From this current greater than I. Working upon this vast landscape Carrying living water to life outside my own. And here I lie Immersed in life Becoming... Channel for this grace far greater than I. All I have is patience and surrender To this current of life. Allowing it to create and recreate Shaping me Enveloping me in life. So here I lie Immersed in grace far greater than I.
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Appreciate your evocative imagery, Joshua. I was particularly attracted by the phrase – these years wear deep. I’m going to ponder that! Thank you.