Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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
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. 



9 comments:

  1. A wonderful write, a powerful message...

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  2. and He does again and again. thankful He doesn't see us as we see ourselves.

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  3. smiles. a lovely write...and beautiful worship...

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  4. Under His holy covering, a sweet place of rest... and He is faithful to save. Beautiful poem.

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  5. made me think of a psalm..very heartfelt and honest write

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  6. Beautiful write. I love the story of Ruth...

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  7. It's like reading a psalm. Beautiful.

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  8. Given 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.

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