I stand on a piece of driftwood
Out to sea-
Nothing but Nothing but
You and me.
My arms outstretched-
I close my eyes,
And cast myself
On Oceans’ neap tides.
I wonder where you’ll
Take me. I wonder
How I’ll survive.
The current fiercely
Leads Me;
Across to the other side.
The moon in my back pocket,
A cover overhead.
I lay my head,
And listen to words he gently said…
“I drew him out of water.”
Exodus 2:10
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