Saved From the Water

Wet sand slowly sinking beneath my weight
 there is a mugginess to the air
 it accompanies the endless rays of searing sun
 so anxious of what powers lay beneath
 the mystery of the ocean’s layers
 never grasping how to swim, yet the gravity of the sea calls to me
 Chilly is the rough briny water as it begins to rush upward with vigor
 squalling waves surround me, and I feel the pulling sensation
 up to my waist
 enveloping and engulfing my body abruptly in the raw mystery 
of this living fluid
 I struggle with wide eyes open beneath the weight
 forcing me downward
 blinded by scrambled salty visions
 secret forces hold me under
 moving my arms forward in a panicky motion
 I hit sand with one foot
 my body exhausted I see myself drowning
 thrashing against the massive muscle of the undertow
 crying out to God while under his great creation
 one last forceful endeavor made
 with weakening spastic limbs
 both feet felt sand suddenly underneath and again I was waist-deep
 God had plucked me from the vast expanse
 pushed me forward with his loving hand
 given me a final boost
 keeping my legs moving
 until I reached the sandy beach
 where I collapsed
 in utter exhaustion
 where no one
 even
 noticed

Written by JK Caggiano 9/30/19 (An experience I had as a young fifteen year old at Carolina Beach, North Carolina.)

“The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm.”
Luke 8:24 NIV