I can’t come out of flashbacks, so I can’t write anything about the church.
So I will do bad poems instead.
I am swimming against a tide and I am tired
looking for land and hope
I can’t go on living in distress and fear
long past the end of my rope
crying for help into silence that never breaks
no lifeline is ever thrown
I am condemned to sink or swim
by condemnation that leaves me to drown
I never stopped hoping to find land
to be rescued by honest and kind hands
as I swim I try to see hope
a beautiful island in the mist of despair
but I sink exhausted because
how can that island be there?
I am swimming home to join you
in your peace after a life of stress
on the island on the hill
you are waiting for me
the scar has gone from your forehead
and the trees are beautiful where you are
this is homecoming
safe in my Father’s arms