Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Beached


How did I get here? What am I doing?
I was made to dwell deeply in the depths of the sea.
There the water is cold,
And the comforting dark
Brings me peace by withholding
A life lived just by sight.

How could I leave it? What was I thinking?
It was rumors of pressure-less living that drew me.
I felt buoyant up top -
A great whale with no weight,
And the light sparkled e'er - 
Thus my life lived in shallows.

Why did I stay there? What was so tempting?
I was carefree, I thought, to live warmed by the sun.
But the storm that appeared
I never saw coming.
I was lost and unsure -
Deep depths never have storms.

How did I get here? What am I doing?
I've learned warm, buoyant sparkles bring with them high prices:
To be weightless means tossed,
To see sparkles means surface,
And I long for cool depths
As I bake on this beach.  

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"Whoever comes to Me and hears My sayings and does them, I will show you whom he is like: He is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently against that house, and could not shake it, for it was founded on the rock. But he who heard and did nothing is like a man who built a house on the earth without a foundation, against which the stream beat vehemently; and immediately it fell. And the ruin of that house was great." - Luke 6:47-49

2 comments:

{Kaytra} said...

A very needed poetic reminder. Beautiful, Sarah!

Red said...

Amazing metaphor that you put wonderfully. Thanks for the reminder!