Not sure how original this is, but O well…

I found this hidden in some random old files on my laptop today.  I wrote it 4 or 5 years ago, it was a cool refresher of that experience.  

 

                                                   “The Sunken Sailor”

 

Captain of a rickety vessel, of no worth,

born in this ocean of emptiness, searching for earth.

 

A worthless piece of litter, blowing in the wind,

Longing for a cause, unsettled within.

 

Day and night would I struggle, just to stay a float,

Lost in the sea of self, going down with my boat.

 

There was a light in the darkness, could this be my salvation?

A beauty relentless, a promised safe haven?

 

Exhausted from the fight, I could sail no more,

I reached a point of desperation and put down my oar.

 

I had come to a crisis, a time of decision

Either drown in the boat, or dive in, start swimmin’

 

I made up my mind, there WAS something more

That light kept shinning saying; “Come! Swim to shore!”

 

I jumped in the waters which soon overtook me

Exhausted from sailing, there was no strength for swimming.

 

The next thing I knew I’d washed up on the sand,

I opened my eyes at the feet of a man.

 

A wounded hand reached down to help me stand up

And with His sweet voice said: “Come awake! Rise up!”

 

As I stood to my feet, looked in His face

Overwhelmed by it all, I knelt back in my place.

 

It was Him all along, He was the beacon

He was my hope, the promised salvation

 

So there I was, in some ways safe, secure

And yet with a fear of reality I could not ignore.

 

I had wasted so much time, trying to stay a float

When all I had to do was jump out of the boat.