AT THE SEA

Perhaps the water will be warmer

When I return tomorrow.

Perhaps dry land will appear

And I will walk across, unafraid.

Perhaps, if tomorrow ever comes.

            No tomorrows exist for me, only uncertain time.

            Behind me, my enemies pursue with anger.

            Behind, my dark past rolls over me.

            A lightning flashed cloud of torment;

            A storm unleashing ruin on my shoulders.

I am forced into a sea of my own doubt

And only hope the waters of despair will part;

That my trembling feet will find their way;

That my eyes will see the light of tomorrow

Before the dark and furious waters close in on me.

            I cannot return tomorrow, after all.

            The tides pull me away from one shore

            To another shore where life begins again

            Out of the spark of smallest faith,

            Out of fire burning in the faithless heart.