Your face

Your reflection

On the rolling surface of the water


Through the torrents of rain

And the churning gale

The notion of a darkest hour

Before some supposed dawn

Surfacing for a moment

Elusive at best

Leaving me here

This morning

Having learned only this lesson

That there is


A darker day

To come

While hope springs


So apparently

Does the darkness

That causes us

To yearn

For it

Or so it seems in this moment

When the instruments that I have

To aid my navigation

Are under water

Epilogue: This poem was written in a moment that has passed, but, that will likely return again and again. I’m learning that this journey is a descent with ever-changing slopes that is interrupted, at times, by flashes of God’s presence and a repeating reminder that, when we finally do hit bottom, He’ll be there to carry us up to heights never before experienced in a place where depth doesn’t exist.

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