This post is a part of the Five Minute Friday link up. We write for 5 minutes on a one-word prompt, without heavy editing, and see what happens. Today’s prompt is “deep.”
I walked to the edge of the lake and stuck my toes in the water. It was surprisingly warm. I figured it must be shallow because everyone knows that deep waters are cold. And mysterious. And dark.
So I began to walk further in, exploring, a little hesitant, not knowing exactly what I’d encountered, but figuring I had heard enough about this particular lake to have some idea of what I was getting myself into.
Boy was I wrong.
I knew nothing about this vast, unsearchable body of water. I didn’t know that it would beckon me to go deeper.
I didn’t know that it would encompass me, overwhelm me, yet buoy me and keep me safe.
I didn’t know that I would never, ever be able to fathom its depths. That I would never know everything there was to know about it.
But I could see myself reflected in its depths.
And I would be drawn back to it time and time again. In fact, I would never want to leave. And I never had to. I could live there, in fact, I had to live there.
What I didn’t know is that life was in its depths. And after all, it wasn’t dark beneath the surface. It was surprisingly, amazingly, overwhelmingly, bright.
So poetic – beautiful.
Your FMF Neighbour #36
Thank you! God is good.
Beautiful, and what a wonderful metaphor for God’s love.
I am used to the dark and cold,
because, you see, I tend to sink.
To stay afloat, I must be bold
and swim far harder than I think.
It’s that way with cancer, now,
it really wants to drag me down
and every day’s a new way how
to keep on going without a frown.
I cannot flail and gasp for air
for that plays the tumours’ game.
Steady strokes will get me there.
That, and calling on His name.
I won’t be as I was before,
but I will make the other shore.
💕 just keep swimming, Andrew. Just keep swimming!
Andrew, I understand your dilemma about not being able to float, and how that adds a certain desperation to your swimming, since it does to mine as well. Whereas I cannot identify with your fight against cancer, I do pray the Holy Spirit will empower your every stroke and that you safely reach that other shore.