At the Edge of the Sea

At the edge of peace

am I willing to surrender my precious bitterness

at the brink of faith

am I ready to be cleansed by the holy water

on the precipice of hope

am I ready to let go and fall into the arms of my savior

I step forward and feel myself falling

and then untamed waves pull me under

like the wind of the Spirit

hurls thistles from a drought cursed plain

all that held me down is sinking

even as I am rising to the surface of the sea

tranquility washes over me

like the gentle warmth of the sun

and I know that this haven is where I need to be

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Lives and writes on the plains of Manitoba, Canada…he is an actor, writer, and has also been known to peddle books on his website…www.kelvinbueckert.com

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Kelvin Bueckert

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Lives and writes on the plains of Manitoba, Canada…he is an actor, writer, and has also been known to peddle books on his website…www.kelvinbueckert.com

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