Deeps

A flat-bottom boat

on a glassy sea;

yes, that's the life

I so long to see.

Skimming across

both the deep and shallow,

leaving my faith

to rest in the fallow.

What's this you say?

There's a storm in the air?

How could you abandon me?!

How could you not care?!

As the waves overcome,

tossing life to and fro,

my questions pile up;

so much I don't know!

The boat I was on

isn't shaped like I dreamed;

its hull Vs into the water

much deeper than it seemed.

Where once I sought answers

to questions I could bear,

now I'm thrown overboard,

life torn, open and bare.

In over my head,

too far from the shore,

not sure I can handle

one gut-kick more.

Holding my breath

beyond human tears,

daring not to exhale,

overcome by my fears.

Like Job, I won't settle

for clichéd replies.

Keep your sacharined Jesus;

I've shredded those lies.

I need a companion

who'll sit on the floor,

cry with me a while,

then cry with me some more.

We'll shout toward the heavens,

let loose our hot rage;

then rest in the bosom

of the One without age.

And when this rock sinks

to the floor of the sea,

we'll breathe underwater,

we'll sing joyfully;

not because we have answers,

not because we've no pain,

but because we've found breath

in God's presence again.

 

Photo by Holly Jenkins

© 2014 Todd Jenkins