I am hard and dry. Painful and hollow. Losing color and quality. My senses are dull. I lack what I know will fulfill me. Is it worth it? I might lose control. No hand to grip but faith and hope for a promise of abundant life.

I start to run. I trip and stumble but It is too late. I am over the edge, no looking back.

I walk for miles searching for a path promised. I don’t know where I’m going but I’m sure it’s foreword. Steps of uncertainty but of joy. Like walking for the first time in a long time. I don’t care where I am going anymore, I just want to run!

Straight off a ledge and helpless I fall into a river. Surrendered I give up. There is no fight. I made the choice.

I open up. Drink deep. Senses buzzing! So overwhelming! I can feel the warmth, taste the richness, hear the rumbling, smell the sweetness and see the goodness of your love. Saturated by a rushing river that will never dry.