the umbrella

so here i am, breathing in dust bunnies again

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