Longing For The Deep

As I look in the vast sea in front of me
I realized the sand box I have out grown.
Not only the sand box of my childhood that was so small,
But also the building of sand castles so tall.

My feet have balanced the hot sands of time until now
That I dare walk in an unsteady liquid of lapping waters against my toes.
This sand I out grow...

The greatest of fears is to drown
And I get motion sickness at the boat a drift.
But there is longing for the deep within me,
The cost I'd gladly pay for the deep lapping against my feet.

If only...
I can have the boat to take me to the deep
For it calls to me even in my sleep.
As Deep calls to deep
Lord please, lead me there.

For there is a constant longing for the deep,
Ye my Lord, the deep things of God.

 by Criselda A. Barker