the rescuer

THE SEA,

dark in blue,

rushed at me, eager

to gobble me up

take me to depths,

and,

lull me to eternal sleep

THE SEA BRIDGE,

brown in rust,

kept distant

unwilling,

to reclaim a lost sheep

SHE,

my  friend,

stood stunned

upon the distant bridge,

not knowing what to do

I

lay here,

dancing and tossing,

in these beautiful blue waters-

peaceful,

serene,

awaiting my Rescuer

I wished,

and wished again, that

He came quick

without keeping me wait

For,

waiting meant agony,

and suspense

which

I could bear no more of

THE SKY,

bright and blue,

with white cotton clouds,

smiled upon me-

half in love

and

half in mock

SEA GULLS,

black in white,

flew past

in straight simple lines

BUT I NEVER SAW

But I never saw.

for

I was busy,

awaiting my rescuer

Hopeful

that He came quick

to claim this lost sheep

Water,

salt and sour,

filled

       my mouth

       my nose

       my lungs

       my mind

       and

       my soul

and still I lay awaiting

my compassionate Rescuer

I KNEW

He would come

for,

my friend knew not how to swim

But Death,

My Rescuer,

kept me waiting

waiting

and waiting

until the final embrace, which

broke loose

      my chains,

      my locks,

      my pains

      and

Rescued me

from this hopelessly

hopeless sea

called

Life…