Baptism

To slip slowly beneath the surface

of that sea where the heart drifts

sometimes lost among those shifting tides,

inside ever churning,

mind constantly confuses

ever watching as the sailboats pass,

just wishing once they would stop

and offer rescue from that fear of drowning.

 

But they are too busy sailing

off towards some paradise

left to tread water and wish

there was a way

for stopping the howling winds

as well as roar of waves,

find some silence amid the confusion,

a quiet place where it didn’t leave

the heart in steady turmoil

 

At last surrendering the tug

that pulls one downward so deep inside,

a baptism in the pool of reflection

where a quietness comes,

slowly all the raging swells are gone

because finally learned to stop

any need to worry about not sinking,

instead discovery how to swim.