The waves are crashing. It's constant.

And the storm isn't breaking.  And the world seems redundant.

But something is there that keeps me alive.  Gives life the ability to survive and revive when in need. 

I perceive what I find in the voice of my mind that which creates and rejuvenates my time--a sense of me

My life

Of which I can't find

But I try, let me tell you.  I try.

And those waves that roll over me and tear me apart help me sense what I need and what I've wanted from the start.

To believe what I've conceived from just a single touch of  God is remarkably unimaginable, yet...

Remarkably so.

I go out, I set forth.

Towards the Kingdom of God we go.

For thine is the Kingdom of which we all know.

Past the waves of regret and despair

With little content for what we've come to bare.

We try and we try, but we realize we get nowhere.

The question remains--can we maintain this life of crashing waves?

Can we go about living as if every path we walk we try to detain?

God tells us yes and he gives us his hands

Pulls us out of the water at the moment that we just can't.

That's what makes us stronger.  

Our perceptions can stay the same.

But we were given the gift of life.

And we should learn to appreciate those waves.