Creative Work


Julie Pickering

Gasping for  breath,
another wave breaks over my head, choking me.
Don’t know how long I’ve been paddling here,
trying to survive the rapids.

There’s no one to hear my screaming.
Are my pleas out loud or underneath the water?
Jesus, I can’t breathe.
Save me from these overwhelming waves.

A piece of driftwood finds my grasping fingers.
Hold tight for a moment of air.
But this wood won’t hold me forever.
The waves are strong; I’m weakening by the moment.

At times, even the Psalmist barely made it. Read Psalm 22.

Another wave dunks me under.
The darkness tries to engulf me as I cry for help again.
The board, slipping between my fingers,
almost escapes.

A breath, a moment of calm.
In the distance, I see a light.
Is it tomorrow’s sunshine
or a passing ship to save me?

Either way, I hold on to that bit of light,
for I know these waves will pass.
I will have breath once again.


THE STORM WILL PASS: When your tossed and turned by the storms of life, God will help you breathe again. Reach out to God and hold on to “that bit of light.”


—from devozine (March/April 2009). Copyright © 2009 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

Back To Home

To Order Devozine Magazine, call 1.800.972.0433.