I sit in my rocking chair.
My tired bones.
Let me find a place to rest my soul.
The chair stops rocking, once filled with youth.
Age is getting older.
Death knows the truth.
Death before life again.
Eternal breath in the waters of the womb.
My time isn't yet.
I'm on the water but... is it wet?
(lol)
Still I sit here drifting back and forth.
The waves of aging rush me
Never sending me back to shore.
Let my vessel go back into the earth.
My soul back into the water of life
where was birth.
Eternal breath, no longer drowning.
I don't fight with the riptides or waves.
Not even surf.
My former flesh laying in the casket I reserved
Now we realize how much my life was worth.
The amount of peace I receive from God now, not even deserved.
Great grace and mercy. His will I serve.