Way through the Waters

At this sunset shore I sat throwing pebbles

Of fear, doubt and indecision,

I watch them cast the ripples in the water.

But the ice cold waves meet me with a fiery gaze

Of hostility, 

Seconds of stare disarming my defence,

I lost hold and fell,

Drowning in the depths of pensive.

Submerged, I gasp,

Look for something to hold on but hit rock bottom,

Losing all sense of being and belongingness,

Waiting to be wrapped in the coral reefs.

Lo! A way!

Who parted the waters midway? Not me -

I hold not the Staff, nor the golden Tongue,

Then who?

And I hear at the back of my head

The still small voice whispering 

"When you pass through the Waters,

I will be with you!"

And through the abyss dragging my numb self across ashore,

It said:

"Fear not, I am with you,

Dismay not, I am your God!"

Feeble, shaking and

Drenched as I am, I saw

Those pebbles floating afar

And Peace returning to me.