Through Waters

         Through waters deep and rising I'm wading, flailing arms all about me. It isn't pretty, but I'm treading water somehow. Through fast flooding canals I am pushing on, seeking the dry ground of the shore I have almost forgotten. Through the deep tides of a busy day, of ridiculously wet weather, and the constant conversations my body keeps trying to have with me of my age and the pain it feels from work I am moving forward slowly.

         Through waters I am travelling, seeing the dry ground of rest and restoration and I am making way furiously, to find renewal and abundance from the bad weather of life; more than just these persistent storms we've all been walking through outside. 

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