The Crest of the Wave

The tide is growing.
Far above my head.
Will you let me drown?
You won’t let me drown.
Waiting for the wave to crash down.
It’s about to crash.
Evelope me in a rush of unexpected love.
Not necessarily the pleasant love.
The invasive, self-destructive love.
It tears apart your understanding and
Everything that stops you from experiencing.
Tossed to and fro in a whirlwind of uncertainties.

I’m about to lose my grip.
I’m about to lose it all.
I’m about to question everything I knew for certain.
I’m about to be lost so much deeper than before.

I’m about to be held.
I’m about to find what it is I’ve been looking for.
I’m about to know the truth in my bones.
I’m about to be so concealed in His heart that no one will find the old me.

So.
Let it rain on me.
Let it swallow me.
Toss me to and fro because
Happier in a hurricane of you,
Than on a sun shining shore without.
I do not know where I’ll end up.
But I know that you will be there.
And by your hand I will be.
By your hands I am.

I’m taking a deep breath.
Closing my eyes.
Hold me close.
Help me be.