The Water’s Edge

It’s week twenty-six of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. πŸ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! πŸ˜‰

Fun thing about this one – it seems to pick up where week 25 left off! That hasn’t happened before. πŸ˜„

Bikurgurl 2017

I stroll to the water’s edge.
I watch the humans walking,
As I peer from behind a hedge.
All are jangling – what they call “talking,”

Going about the daily routines,
As if I were not even here.
I step out where I can be seen.
I recall the armlet – human, I appear.

It is so interesting above the water;
Hard surface below my feet,
And the sun seems so much hotter.
I wipe sweat from my brow – I’m beat!

I return to the pier, release the pin,
The magical bracelet falls free;
My feet are replaced by fin,
As I dive back into the sea!


Plenty Of Legos In The Pile

It’s week sixty-nine of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo and my response. πŸ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! πŸ˜‰

photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash

There are plenty of fish in the sea, but I guess one could say that there are plenty of Legos in the pile…

From different places, all walks of life and amounts of faith; one can’t know another without walking a mile

In their shoes. God made humans different for a reason – to make living life interesting and worthwhile!

Island of Peace

Island of Peace

I’m traveling on the open sea
In this rickety boat,
Hoping to stay afloat,
Wondering if it’s the end of me.

This life is this vast ocean,
Wearing us down,
Tearing us down –
Trying to drown us in sin.

I have heard of a refuge of calm.
I really want to get there,
But cannot find it anywhere –
No land to be seen, not even a palm.

Jesus is the Island of Peace.
I did not have to look,
I just had to open a Book –
Oh, will His wonders ever cease?

Once I had read it carefully,
It was quite clear,
He was always here –
Waiting patiently on the shore for me!

There are times I may drift away;
Because of a storm of sin.
But He welcomes me again –
And in His loving arms, I shall stay.

**Special thanks to Denny (his blog is here) for unintentionally inspiring this with the comment I linked to. 😊

My Lifeguard

This one is heavily inspired by Sophie’s blog post called “They Kept Asking How Depression Felt” and Miriam’s “Life’s Currents.” I love how water is used in both poems to paint with such vivid color how life can pull one down; and how depression feels in Sophie’s poem, and how Jesus can lift us back up in Miriam’s. πŸ™‚ They inspired me to write about my experience with Him being the Lifeguard. Am I saying that I’m no longer depressed? No. Am I saying that life doesn’t get me down anymore? No. But when it gets really bad, I know that He will never leave me to drown. πŸ™‚

My Lifeguard

I’m afraid to cross the deep stormy sea
But I climb into the boat anyway
Slowly untie and let the sails free
Say a prayer and from the dock, sail away

It is not always smooth sailing
Life likes to throw storms at us
And make us beached fish, flailing
When all we need is our Jesus

A fierce storm comes and rocks the boats
The waves come over the sides to flood
The ocean laughs and threatens and gloats
That it will be the end of me for good

Try to bail out the boat but it sinks like a stone
I do not want to jump out but I cannot stay here
Never in my life have I felt more alone
Is it possible to drown in my own tears?

I am forced to abandon ship and try to not drown
I pray to God to help me reach the far away shore
I weaken and take on water, starting to sink down
I see Him standing above, and I do not fear anymore

When I fall into the depressive waves
He is the Lifesaver Who walks on the water
Reaches in His loving hand and saves
He is the Son, sent from our Heavenly Father

I hold the faith that He knows best, for He is my Parent
He sometimes keeps me at the surface so I’ll swim
He lets me struggle and thrash about in the current
So that I may become stronger in this life and in Him

Someday I will walk beside Him on the water, if only I believe
But first I have to be strong enough to not sink to my knees
There is no room for doubt; this with crystal clarity I perceive
I know my Lord will always be there for me on the stormy seas