Making My Way
More than a stone
Dropped into a pond,
Sinking like a rock
Into the muck beyond. 

More than mere air
Bubbles in the deep,
Shooting up like stars,
Airy promises to keep. 

More than a stick
Treading rising waves,
Sailing like a boat
Just to stay afloat. 

More than a bug
Skipping over the water,
To the safety of the bank
Like an eager otter. 

Making my way home
With Jesus over the years,
Doing the breaststroke
Through an ocean of tears.

by J Alan R

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