Fragile

My own inner life is like a restless ocean. The waves sweep me high and then crash me down. This restless inner moving is me. This is what I am. The Lord is constantly having to rescue me – daily and sometimes hourly. I wrote this poem as the waves were crashing me down. The Rescuer had to come to me again. He has never failed me yet.

My hope

ever fragile

has gone

In the heat of the sun

it burnt away

my time has gone

I am an empty vessel

In my loneliness

he turned to me

“ever loving”

he said

He drew me close

in his embrace

love flowed

like liquid gold

Consumed by his passion

my hope

long lost

lived again