Wading Out

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.

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