Breathe

On a plateau of inocence
Is the place where I stand.
I know the rules and regulations,
But I do not know the plan.

A lack of understanding,
A spirit untrained;
I wander into his world,
With only myself to blame.

I take a step forward;
Closer to the light.
A seed starts to grow there,
But it is not real bright.

Somehow I am content,
In this world of in-between,
As I drift along, aimlessly,
On its open stream.

"Come out My child!"
"Not now, please wait.
I can leave later.
It will not be too late."

In a downward spiral,
Begins the stream's flow.
The whirlpool starts to spin,
As the winds begin to blow.

On the river's bed I lay,
With silence all around.
The rushing water has stopped,
But I am still completely bound.

I feel the lifting of a gentle hand,
And I begin to rise,
I break the waters surface,
To my own great surprise.

Once again I hear His call,
"Come out My child!"
"What is wrong my Lord?"
"Their spirit has been defiled."

I struggle to swim,
Following His glow,
I grow closer to the shore,
But it is against the stream's flow.

I reach the shore,
And He lifts me out.
I look into His face,
And it clears all my doubt.

He takes my hand,
And leads me to,
A narrow road,
And then leads me through.

The road leads up,
A mountain so high,
It reaches into Heaven,
As clouds float by.

And there at its peak,
With all who believe,
In the air of Heaven,
I breathe.

By: Zoey
8-2000