Whitewater

I’m in a dream of lightning beams. I am all scattered by many things. Then, whitewater awakes me, Into a wearying worry. Where did my rudder go? My pail has fallen overboard. Fifty holes are swallowing in the water. The boiling sun is getting hotter. I have no sails to use the wind. My back is scarred from leaning in. I have only one partial oar, And only one hope of being restored. But what’s this I feel and see ahead? A breeze blowing me floating Baskets of fish, and loaves of bread. Now an eclipse to shelter from burning sweat. What else can I do but row and go? If not, I’ll sink down again. But I hear my Captain calling me in. I cannot see Him, but He is near. He is helping me eliminate my fear. “Hold on!” He says to me, “I’m fixing you up with a motor. Now don’t look back, or over your shoulder. “Straight ahead is where we must go. I will guide you safely, as you stay afloat. Just give Me your all, I’m devoted to you, And I promise, we will make it through.” He truly was with me to the end, And has become my closest friend. Now I’m dreaming of us in heaven, With everyone there, to share every care.