From the sea fate called to me,
harmless ‘round my ankles danced.
Brimming with frivolity
my heart leaped in, taking the chance.
Like my mood the waves were grand,
spurting high above the swells,
blithely scooping up the sand,
rearranging all the shells.
Eagerly I caught the next,
rode its fluid, forceful back,
felt the muscle that it flexed-
surging strength my spirit lacked.
Repeatedly I safely lit
with abandon, bliss and pride.
I rode each crest with half a wit,
trusting fluctuating tide.
Heedless, forging deeper still,
I left the safety of the shore,
seeking yet a greater thrill
above the ocean’s mighty roar.
At last I rode so deep, so far
my feeble arms could never swim
to yonder shore or distant bar.
I journeyed there upon a whim.
Until then, fate was my friend.
Suddenly he turned about-
turned deserter in the end,
mimicking my panicked shout.
Breakers crashed above my head,
felled me with tremendous force.
I sank down with fear and dread,
gulped salt water and remorse.
Flailing arms grasped liquid air.
Vain, I’d failed to leash my board.
Absorbed with merriment, I’d dared
to take my eyes off of the Lord.
Hopeless, helpless I was tossed.
Billows whirled and whipped about.
I knew then that all was lost-
perceived it well, without a doubt.
As the ocean roiled and seethed
sturdy arms lifted my head,
bidding me to simply breathe…
“Breathe!” is all the lifeguard said.
One breath, I think of it, amazed!
Strength restored, spirit renewed.
Refocusing my fickle gaze,
I saw that I had been pursued.
Foolishly I’d rushed to play.
Wiser eyes followed me there.
Though I drifted far away,
He marked my every move with care.
I soon inhaled with greater ease.
Deft, He steered me to the shore.
With gratitude my heart was seized.
The lifeguard gave me life once more.
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