Waking in the soft light of morning
surrounded by tender night time warmth
pain and stiffness my companion
wanting to stay I press on.
Entering a world of dark rejection
wandering and looking for a safe house
night drops in close and clings fast
shaking with fear I press on.
Cold water and exposed skin
a deep turquoise tunnel of wave
hard packed sand and tossing tides
swimming against the current I press on.
Looking forward is the only way
singing silent hymns of praise
praying without ceasing against all odds
challenging cruelty I press on.
God can find us in our waiting
God will join us in the fight
never alone but always moving
God is with us so I press on.