Last night, I prayed for rescue, for an answer to my pain
It wasn't fair, I told Him, all this trouble, all this strain
I cried I couldn't manage, I was weak and I was lost
I couldn't face the future and I couldn't meet the cost
I visualised a mighty hand that plucked me from the storm
And set me down upon a beach, where all was safe and warm
But then there boomed an awesome voice, I knew it came from Him:
"Get back into the water, son, you're learning how to swim!"
Will Hames, November 2008
4 comments:
This is so beautiful, Will! Your poem fits my life too right now. I'm glad I read it. Thank you so much for sharing this very inspiring poem.
aww, I know this! We go through what we think we have to go through. Everyday I watch others go through sufferings.
My answer is it's better than the alternative. Much love Will.
I like this very much. Well written, Sir Will.
Seriously, when are you being knighted by the Queen?!?!
Oh I love this poem! Please could I put it on my blog, I often feature my walks along the beach!
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