Lord, I am riding a storm.

Right now, the water is deep.

I can hardly see the shore.

My feet are cemented in the thickness of the mud.

I am drowning. I am paralyzed.

I can see the angels surrounding me.

As I cry out, they tow me in.

Lord, I asked you to step back, so

I could find my way; to dig deeper into my ocean floor.

After a long harrowing journey

I rise from the water renewed.

Kimberly Molyneaux

2022