Rudder for steering, boat for floating, buoyant, mast towards the heavens.
Living water, I thirst.
Push me into the wet, the dark abyss below me, set me free to trust.
Untie the rope, rewind the figure eight, detach, breathe in the wind that blows.
Holy Spirit, fill me with Your breath, fill the sail in my soul.
Where is it You will have me go? Are You calling me to deeper waters?
I will walk upon the blue, to You.
The rush blows my hair, tangles and whips – the sting awakens me.
With my sail open,
We will navigate rough water; You lead me to a gentle calm.
Copyright 2018 Maggie Eisenbarth