Sometimes I feel like there are some things that are better when read and not said... I know I can talk to God at anytime, but I'd like to write Him once in a while too.

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The shade of the trees covered the pond
And the sunlight danced on the water
A shroud of murk the depths had donned
To the sight beneath I could only conjecture

I gazed into the green, stirring ever so slight
Contemplating this chance at a dream
The thought of a mysterious flight
Enticed my heart with a hypnotic beam

Into the water I dove head first
The liquid felt cool on my skin
But the drink did not stop my thirst
So I dove deeper within

When I found myself in a trap of despair
I stopped and tried to turn around
But the arms of the murk held me from the air
A terror gripped me but I heard a sound

A voice seemed to whisper in my ear quietly
Barely audible over the moans of the murk
But I strained and listened to it intently
And it spoke of hope, of life, and work

I understood what I needed to do
And let myself go limp and numb
My eyes closed slowly in the dim blue
I was scared of what I’d become

Slowly my mind faded from awareness
My body ceased trying to survive
My heart stopped beating in my chest
The sinful me was no longer alive

The body hung there, gripped by the arms
Moments passed as cold began to constrict
But within me I heard the sound of alarms
My head snapped up, my heart beat quick

I felt a new power rising within me
The arms withdrew from the fire in my eyes
The voice spoke inside me clearly
And guided me up and away from these lies

My head broke the surface and I drank the fresh air
But I fell to the ground in utter sorrow
Where could I go but this pond, my lair?
What would I live for tomorrow?

The voice didn’t answer, just lifted my head
I squinted, my eyes not used to the bright
The sight I saw then cleared my dread
Someone who shares my fire and light
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Thanks for everything I've gone through with You, God. And thank You for giving me so many reasons to keep going.