Near drowning
Your Tomb flooded that day.
I didn’t drown, the love level
not quite reaching my chin.
Instead,
You turned me back out,
set me adrift in this illusory world,
my toes never again to touch bottom.
I’ve moved with the tides ever since,
ebb and flow, wane and crest
churning up a ceaseless longing
for Your fathomless depths.
I’m drifting out now to face You
at whatever speed and direction You pull,
not the least impatient; not nostalgic
for that long ago near drowning,
Your companionship and solace all I need
to keep me afloat until love drags me under.
O child of God, all that you are, every thought,
word and deed, is God in disguise.
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