Saving Peter

Saving Peter

A Poem by Lindsay Elizabeth

"Come" he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!"

I kind of want to disappear beneath the covers for a few hours
and lay my head on my pillow
and try to figure out this asphalt paved ocean
that is currently stagnating through my veins
and swallowing up every tide and current
and movement that could create
some sense of           connection
and satisfaction 
with my soul.

It's too bad that I've almost given up.
Sometimes this pillow is used much more for resting
than thinking. Especially when my frustration turns to

              tidal pool graves
                       and I no longer 
                       have the power 
                      or the will to do 
         anything but close my eyes and sleep.

                            I want you to send a hurricane through the very 
                       depths of my soul so my heart and mind burst  
               with an oceanic roar that no hope draining 
          thought or expectation could
       contain. A sound that erupts
    into exponentially growing white
 bubbling foaming crests that swallow up the dark, bottomless sea.

I want to pour out
what you pour in
but right now I'm all shut up,
closed up, dried up,
ready to give up
so won't you stand up
so I can see you walk across these life drowning waters.

© 2015 Lindsay Elizabeth

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