For some reason a childhood memory crept into my mind just now
In the form of a metaphor
Isn’t that the way of inspiration for all that delve in writing?
It just seems to come from out of nowhere
In the world it’s called a muse
In the life of a Christian we know it is the Holy Spirit
Anyway I was thinking about how it’s seems like I’m being drawn out of my comfort zone
seems eviction is imminent
from my own “private Idaho”
My personal little “brook” is drying up
And the “ravens” bring nothing any longer
They don’t even look at me
And I’m always looking up when they fly overhead now
Because they have stopped ‘bringing’
But still do not hesitate to ‘drop’
This thought popped into my mind suddenly, a vision of a child
Perhaps myself in my youth even…
Testing the waters by the shore (day at the beach)
Dipping my toes in the frigid waters
Then frantically running from the fast approaching surf
As if the proverbial “bogeyman” were after me
Then I would brave the waters up to my ankles
Then my knees
then my waist
shivering all the while teeth chattering
Then just dive in!
Now fully immersed
The sensation is AMAZING!
Tingly, alive all over, so intense, so sudden, had i been dead?
Don’t you just want to stay fully immersed all day?!
I don’t want to go home yet…
Please can we stay a bit longer?
Leaving the shore to return to the car
Sand in my shoes…
Looking back longingly with such angst
With not a clue of the presence found
And how it was not so much that it was found in the waters
That I could hear it, taste it, smell it…
That mystical steady soothing thrum in my ears underwater,
that replaced all the cacophonic sounds of the world!
No, not so much that,
But that unbeknownst then
Would humbly condescend to live in me
And I in He