My soul has been fearless in falling,
            if lacking in logic, short
                        a stick of foresight,

            I have waded willingly into
dangerous surf, daring to
            test the rising tide.

     But like a child, in waist deep and still
            trying to take little jumps
and twist as each wave
            breaks,
my voice is lost, swallowed whole by rage
            of the ocean’s roar. I am
     alone, afraid of
            sharks.

     Sometimes, I am sucked under, into
            frothy fray or caught up in
a fierce riptide that
            makes
me question the goodness of this life.
            Then a single ray pierces
     the surface above,
            marks

            my heart, rouses my spirit sinking,
provokes grand resurgence of
            jubilant courage.

                        Undaunted and alive, I dive deep,
            immersed in waters of hope
                        and infinite love.