A Poem of Some Sort

    I wrote the majority of this last summer, when I was at the library for a day with my dad while he was studying for his boards. I came by it again recently and filled in a few missing words. Just to let you know, I didn't start out to write a poem about someone drowning; (how morbid is that?) it just happened. I thought up the first two lines randonly and the rest kind of morphed out of that. It turned out to be about Baptism of Desire. So, anyway, without further ado here it is: a jumble of words with a lame title.

                                                          Drowning

Falling fast in a delirious mass

Of green and blue twined together

And lying waste on a hazy face

Of sea and sky and wind and water.

Slipping fast under great grey laps

Of surging wave and rising tower

And fighting hard with mounting guard

Of fear and fright and pain and panic.

Thinking fast for ‘tis my last

Of thought and thinking altogether

And clasping tight with the wavering sight

Of man and mind and clock and conscience.

Holding fast to dissolving past

Of wrongs and rights strummed together

And picking clear with an untrained ear

From right from wrong, from saint from Satan.

Figuring fast in this final class

Of world’s dusty, tangled tests

And seeing first the pain and thirst

Of God and Man and Son and Savior.

Praying fast before that last gasp

Of life and chance of changing

And letting free a desperate plea

For light and love and me and mercy.

Sinking fast in a great cold mass

Of steal-grey, grave-site water

And pouring forth a heart felt warmth

Of grief and groan and sigh and sorrow.

Then seeing light so great and bright

Though not seeing with eyes at all

And falling free from sin, in a sea

That was more life than death to me.