although they clog my lungs
part of me likes the predictability of life down here
flat on my face
one with the ground my feet once knew
my imagination can only take me so far
but i'll wake from my dreams
to find that the dust bunnies have been doing what they do best
and the vines have pulled me tighter to the dirt
but like last time, a shaft of light precedes
and a flowing river rushes into my bones
the strength i don't have wraps me
and i can shrug off the vines that have bound me to the ground
i don't want to ignore Your offer of freedom anymore
so i drag my sorry state and climb into Your hands
an umbrella appears on the water
You invite me to join the flow
and instead of pining on the bank amidst the sycamores
i sail onward.
"... so wherever the river flows everything will live." - Ezekiel 47:9b
