Looking out into the familiar,
Crested waves confront my lower body,
As a few more steps are taken,
Until they reach my thighs,
Causing one final cold gasp to appear.
This, was further than before,
Which was more than the last time.
I can no longer see what is beneath,
Or trust this gentle slope will continue.
Glancing behind, the shoreline beckons control,
But turn I must and move out further,
Each movement now more tentative,
Searching for firm footings,
Until my breasts are under.
Here I stand once more,
No longer glancing back,
But thinking forward,
To commit fully to His Will.
And pass control to Him.