July 3, 2008
Lost At Sea,
Blinded by the storm.
Hear my plea.
My spirit is worn.
Ship is swaying.
I did not foresee.
Alone I’m praying,
In sandy debree.
Waves of pain,
flood into me.
Blood now stains,
what used to be.
The person I knew,
and who I was.
Would I carry through?
Would the storm subdue?
Lost at sea.
My final plea.
Blinded by the storm.
My body is worn.
About to give in.
Can’t feel my skin.
Will the storm win?
Fill to the brim?
It’s past my chin.
Now hearing your voice.
Giving a choice.
Within I rejoice.
Sealed with protection,
loving connection.
He told me the way,
to escape that day.
Don’t look north, south,
nor east or west.
For God’s direction,
is not that quest.
If God is a direction,
just follow the Son.
Into the light,
Love from the one,
healing the pain,
Till there is none.
Equip yourself,
to overcome.
Healing for you.
Do not succumb.
Violence of the storm,
is not too deep,
not too loud now,
to hear your weep.
Heart is your compass,
follow it back.
Lost at sea.
No longer I plea.
Nearly back,
for land I can see.
Followed the path,
Light led the way,
Directions from He,
who set my life free.
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This reminds me of times when I felt absolutely completely alone and was trying to remind myself that I wasn’t really.
Yeah, we’re never really alone. This poem I wrote (not while asleep) but early in the morning I was talking in my sleep again. I am not a lunatic anna ok!
lol I know what you are thinking. But it was the same way that silly “sea shell” poem entered into my mind. So I heard myself reciting this poem about “if god is a direction just follow the sun” so the rest of it I wrote based on that. It was so early in the morning…
When I was a teenager in Mongolia I once woke up to my own voice, I was talking to myself and I was saying “follow your goals.” I was speaking English.
A few days later I think I woke up to myself speaking again. That time I was saying “I’m afraid.” But I was speaking Russian.
Then years later I was in Colombia with a friend – we always spoke Spanish together – but she said I was talking in my sleep and it wasn’t Spanish and it definitely wasn’t English. She said she thought it was Russian. Of course I don’t know, cuz I was sleeping!
Oh … and now I am really going off the subject … but once I slept-walked. When I woke up I was standing in the bedroom of a couple I didn’t know!
So no I don’t think you are crazy. Unless I am. In which case I couldn’t hold it against you anyway.
holly this was wonderful.. so full of the desperation in which much like the oceans we can sometimes find ourselves drowning…