Water…

Standing where the waves meet the shore,
I feel the waters wash
Over my toes and I think
Of ships that have been pulled under
And of the Love that holds me up.
How easily my aimless tossing
Could melt me into ocean.
How quickly could my mind
Sink in the salty wet.
But Your salty tears buoy me.
The tree You hung on
Is the plank I cling to.
Even more.
It is the whole ship that
Cradles me to rest
While tempests toss
And You sleep next to me on a pillow.
Our dreams are Peace, be still.
May our waking be together.
May gentle winds
Blow us wherever You wish to go.