Monday, 24 November 2008


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


Poet Lanie said...

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.

Joy Leftow said...

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.

Rhett said...

I like this very much. Well written, Sir Will.
Seriously, when are you being knighted by the Queen?!?!

mrsnesbitt said...

Oh I love this poem! Please could I put it on my blog, I often feature my walks along the beach!