Breathe

The water is rippling
As the storm blows in,
And I recognize the
Sound of pain impending.
Without remorse,
Rain pelts from the sky,
And the sting against my flesh
Is not one to be ignored.
I long for immunity as once
Again I stumble.
Tumble.
Into the raging sea.
No air.
No light.
No longer a fight.
Silence.
Then – a flash of lightning,
A roll of thunder.
In weightless effort, I rise
From the abyss and
Begin to
Run
To the One.
I remember Whose I am, and
I fall to my knees.
My refuge.
My strength.
My God.

~ S. Gable 2014