Underwater

I can't breathe.

I've made the dive,

taken the leap,

pushed off from the ledge.

Gusto great.

Eyes set.

Hopes high in going low.

Now I'm thrashing

losing strength.

Struggling.

Afraid I've bitten off more than I can chew.

Memory of breathing keeps me sane.

The world above becomes an Eden.

I'm lost in the cold dark depths.

Do I surrender, float to the top, and breathe the clean, long-awaited breath of life?

Or instead do I fight harder, and failing, find instead, I can breathe underwater?

Face to the Sky

It's raining.

........It's Seattle.

Big drops today.

Clouds without form.

Just a soaked blanket of gray

no longer able to hold back the water.

I try to protect myself;

to go inside;

get out of the rain;

hide from the clouds.

I can't see clearly through the clouds

or through the vast unknown of my future.

It's bigger than me.

Out of my control.

-and out of this churning obscurity

spills the drops of mystery.

into my present

onto my skin.

Will I hide inside

grasping at the sure foundation of the controlled?

Or will I step into the elements

allow my skin to absorb the rain

and turn to face the sky?

Alignment

Body.

Mind.

Soul.

Spirit.

............Me.

Layers of being.

All present.

All mine.

I am one.

yet feel scattered.

My body's tired, cold, but able.

My mind is restless, mischievous, bored.

My soul is confused, desiring, and frustrated.

My spirit is weak, hidden, longing.

How do I bring into alignment all these parts of self?

there is power in alignment.

there is healing in alignment.

I gain my sense of being in alignment.

Jesus promised life to the full.

and I want to live into that

with all my being.

But I believe Jesus will meet me where I am

full or not

and draw me unto life...

..................all of me.

Body.

Mind.

Soul.

Spirit.