The Land of Peace

Darkness descends, threatening to invade my being, threatening to overcome me. I am tired. The waters are cold and I sink below the surface… once… twice. I’ve heard that no one survives the third. I don’t really know if that’s true, but I don’t want to find out. The currents persist and pull me further out. I want to shout and scream, but no one is around, or maybe everyone is around. Despair engulfs.

This is all in my mind I repeat over and over again. But the anger still swirls about like a maddening sea that threatens to pull me under again. Breathe… breathe… breathe… let it go. It is ok. This too shall pass. Breathe… and God breathed into him the breath of life, so breath must be the first step. Maybe acceptance is the second. Accept the inadequacies – mine and his. Sigh… I can begin to feel the river bed beneath my feet. The angry waters still swirl about but I am now in shallower waters. I can stand up without being pushed about. Just continue on with gratitude and I’ll make… make it to the land of peace.

Sunday Prayer

I pray you give thanks for every little victory… and when you have exhausted your current victories, look upon your past victories. They are many and when you have lined them up, you may find that, like magic, they fight your battles for you… or at least give you the strength and wisdom to keep on going.