Thrown into an ocean
whose depths cannot be measured
and shores cannot be seen
where sorrow is laid open
to the horizon
bare
exposed
Drowning… afraid of drowning…yes, drowning
my beating heart
racing ahead of fear toward panic
breathing…labored
thinking…unclear
pummeled by the waves of sorrow
the fog of exhaustion
Where, oh God
are You now?
On the cross of suffering,
on your throne reigning?
My heart on fire...
Where?
My head knew
my heart believed
but now it cannot feel…or see
so I lay quietly at your feet under your covering
resigned
resigned
like Ruth…
without understanding
as I whisper Your name
Jesus
Take my hand
and save me
again
Patricia Spreng
The Lord reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.
Psalm 18: 16a, 19
Submitted to One Shot Wednesday (on an actual Wednesday ;)hosted by One Shot Poetry, where there are wonderfully talented people who have their way with words.
A wonderful write, a powerful message...
ReplyDeleteand He does again and again. thankful He doesn't see us as we see ourselves.
ReplyDeletesmiles. a lovely write...and beautiful worship...
ReplyDeleteUnder His holy covering, a sweet place of rest... and He is faithful to save. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletemade me think of a psalm..very heartfelt and honest write
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write. I love the story of Ruth...
ReplyDeletevery vivid word pictures ...
ReplyDeleteIt's like reading a psalm. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGiven each of your gifts of artistry, you already know how grateful I am to receive your words of encouragement. So thankful for you all. Your words... such a gift to me.
ReplyDelete