Adrift

Lift this veil,

Sift me from the hailing maelstrom.

Drifting as I am,

Can I demand a sailing ship

While flailing at the depths

Testing for the sand betwixt

My trembling finger tips?

Still I quip

That something in my muddy waters

Is amiss;

Something solid, calling out apologies

And folly,

Following these thoughts from the abyss;

Stalwart as a soldier, soft as lover's kiss;

Hollering "I told you!" as I'm swallowed

Drowning in the mix of hollowness.

Bawling out my eyes,

How could I have fathomed that my calling,

In the midst of all that's falling off,

Was hollering my name, and yet I scoffed,

Hauling all my attitudes

And ancillary plans, coddling my bruises

Assuming that I knew the Truth?

My thoughts and sleuthing held aloft,

With my demands?

I seek the Godly fountain

And surmounting of this mountain

Where I find my following, to You.