The Wall of Water

This morning, I was reflecting on God's faithfulness to me through difficult times of loss or transition.  The image that came to mind was walking through a waterfall. And that sounded poetic.  So poetry it is.

I see it from a distance--
the Wall of Water
Rushing down, showering mist
My hand stretches toward the promise, but...

I am afraid.
What lies ahead?
What lies beyond?
Just a foot away, longing to stay
But forward is the only way
A drop, a steady stream, a gushing surge!
Under!
Drenched in the Wall of Water--
the Wall of Tears
So thick and pounding
The weight wearies my shoulders
closes my eyes
makes me shudder and sputter
and gasp for breath
"Oh, how long?" I cry.
And then, at last, my fingers burst out
My toes step free
My face turns up at last to see
the sunlight!
the rainbows smiling back at me
I hear my Father's voice above:
"This is my Child, the one I love!"
All is washed and feeling clean
Refreshed, new vigor fills my being
Your light floods into my eyes
With new visions for beyond the Wall
And though I know I must return
To face the Wall again someday
Savor this moment...
Let it stay...
Let it be a light then,
and help to guide my way.