Born and reborn but lost at sea,
Wondering about life and what’s in store for me.
Tossed by the water as the winds begin to blow,
Not completely sure of which way I should go.
When the sun is shining and my expectations met,
There is no wave to crash as anxiety or regret.
But when those dark, shadowy clouds start to form,
I feel anxious, afraid – even forlorn.
That’s when I pick up the pace for distraction.
My mind keeps moving gaining no traction.
Because if I tread in any one place too long,
I might have to admit that I am not strong.
And my thoughts keep getting deafening loud,
Breaking the armor that keeps me so proud.
Reluctant to admit my weakness and need,
Chasing perfection through impatience and speed.
It turns out that it is when I get calm and still,
God’s voice is heard and so is His will.
When discovered, it leads me to a deep, sound sleep,
No more tossing, turning or counting black sheep.
As the stillness gives birth to a new found me,
My mind gets quiet and the demons flee.
At peace in God’s cradle like a new born child,
Rocking on the sea of serenity – at last reconciled.
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