Drift Away

Floating along on the waves.
Up then down. Repeat.
Bearings have all gone astray
and no sense of urgency.
I don't even know where
I was coming from,
or am going.

These waves carry me gently
and I fear the storm.

Or is this my storm?
Is this what I fear the most?
This deadly calm, the quiet thunder.
The ripples that aim to capsize me,
are gently rocking me to my sleep.

What do I care?
This is where I'm supposed to be.

I have no idea where "supposed to be"
really is. Do I take for granted?
I suppose. Presume perhaps?

Idleness breeds sin.
Sin of not doing leads to
sins of doing. What am I doing?
Rather, am I not doing?
Well, I haven't done the things
I said I won't, but have I not done
the things I said I will do, or is it
not not do?

Again, gentle waters lulling me to sleep.

Empty boat.
You're supposed to be here.
Yet, You're not...
Is it 'cuz we're in my head
and not my heart?

By the way...how is my heart?
I've been letting it die to itself
and left You with the keys.
How are things holding up down there?
Up there?
Think You can hold it down for another 33 days?
Make Yourself comfortable,
It's all Yours.

Amen.