Just ask

   Water ways crease the midnight dirt.
Creating havoc and pulling all sorts of debris.
   Calling on the power to pull and divide.

Careful of the way I walk. Crawl nor stumble.
   A light opens to me. A way that holds my
            hand deep and secure.

   My skin itches in its wake. The
power of the roaring, raging water beckons
   for attention. Silently I stand, holding
   tight to all that must be firm. Clearly
   I know fear should be there yet I know
                 I do not.

   The air is high in humidity. Sucking
   my lungs so tight. Grant me the
   courage to push and pull until I am
here. Firmly planted, my roots exposed yet
    still I breathe strongly.

    Lost are the ways of the images in my
head. I wander yet I know Jehovah is there. If
              only I would ask.