I Am Here
Waves in the ocean drowning in the deep,
A strong voice, ” Hold strong. Hold on to me.”
I reach and reach, but the pull is great,
I cry in anguish, ” Is this my fate?”
“Come, My child, come. I am here, take my hand.”
You can do this. Have faith. Yes. You can.
A stretch and a leap I felt Him hold me tight,
My shadowed darkness had now been turned to light.
© Cynthia Clark