Every drop of you is redeemable.
You are loved by Love.
How far were you stretched from home?
Wandering weathered, which was needed,
The cost greater than anticipated,
The cuts and calluses deeper and harder.
You were never far off course,
As much as expected, but never lost,
Because of the tension of the ropes
You were pulled back home.
And there you collapsed into familiar,
And there you fell in under the directive:
“Wade, wade in the water
God’s going to trouble the water.”
The paradox is sinking in,
As you find yourself more alive than ever before,
You also find terrifying depths coming into view.
You stand on the shore,
Or is it the bottom of the sea?
Did you capsize into full life?
Somewhere out there you discarded the ship’s contents,
It was everything you had, all you thought which was needed.
At first thaw some of it may wash ashore,
Begging you to gather it up and to use it all over again.
But you don’t need any of it,
You are back on land without it,
You are in possession of everything,
As you stand there with nothing.
You never imagined being lost at sea.
The Shore wasn’t memorable when you left.
The journey though, what a journey it was.
As the Shore welcomes you back,
You realize it was always waiting.
It’s the Shore’s nature to wait while we lose ourselves.
Take your regrets and stuff them in a box.
Seal it good and tight. Real tight.
Then cast it off into the water
and let it sink down as fast as it can.
But make sure it was sealed.
The water does not want them, nor anyone else.
And there is no reason for you to dive back in
And attempt to pry it open. Just let it sink.
Not even the water wants them,
But will gladly hide them for you.
Then be washed clean in these waters,
Soaked through and through.
This rain is not for growth since the crops are done,
Instead the water is for washing you.
Your iniquities are being cleansed,
Washed to become more yourself.
You weren’t meant to be filthy. Be assured, you were filthy!
But the stains are finally coming out.
You’re gaining a sense of just how much grime was pressed down into your skin,
How much dirt caught in between your fingernails.
This water is for washing.
You are finding even
and mangled feet being washed.
Someone is washing them for you.
And now the beaten paths you tread become clearer
Though you’ve cast them far out of your mind.
But that’s what this rain is for anyways,
To finally rid you of the dust and dirt that clung to you for too long.
The weather provides this evening,
And the open water provides any path you want,
Any turn will take you anywhere,
Your ship will hold.