Monday, 24 November 2008

Rescue

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:

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!