I have thrown out
a lot of dirty bath water
and I am sure
I have more to throw
down
the drain
But I am hanging on
for dear life to that baby
because the baby
is my life
line to life
He grew up to be
my Savior
and I for one
desperately
needed and still need
saving
He keeps my head
steady
when all around
the walls are crumbling
down
Through the fire
I go
and the rain
the waves lifting high
and falling
“steady as she goes”
I’m not going
down
with depression or
self-deception
Rising instead
up
walking on those waves
holding on to that strong hand
until I make it
across the water
to the other side
where the table is set
and there is room
for all who will come
© 2015 Julie Clark
