Lightning flashes brightly across the black satin sky.The greenish gray clouds with their eerie glow, race across the sky like wingedgiants, who howl their threats to drown me with their bucket of rain.The ocean is like a sadistic juggler, with it’s mountainous size waves,it throws me up into the air, then rolls me head over heels underneath itself.When it grows board of tormenting me, it threatens to dash me against the rocks.I struggle to keep my head above water, to expel water out of my lungs, and togasp my next breath of life.I bob up and down in the ocean like a Bobber on the end of a fisherman’s pole,Who has a fish tugging on his line, the ocean tugs at me, trying to pull me under.In my helplessness I cry out for help, but my pleas fall on deaf ears of my family and friends, for they do not come out to me in boats or throw me a life raft, to rescue me. They stand on the shore motionlessly, like statues in a Greek garden.My body becomes zapped of energy, like the ocean had stuck a straw into me, and sucked all of my energy out of my body.My body becomes numb and motionless as if it turned to stone. At any moment I fear I will sink to the bottom of the ocean, like a ship’s anchor.Then a voice whispers to me, but in my mind the voice echoes through me like a sound made in an empty hall way.It says to me, " Come to Me , you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest ."When I recognized who is whispering to me, I cry out to God to rescue me.Suddenly right before my weary eye, out of the dark stormy sea arose a platform in the shape of a cross, it was made of wood and had a pure gold surface, it had steps on for sides of it.By faith I ascended the steps, and got down on my bended knee, and gave thanks to God for providing salvation in a storm.As if He acknowledged my prayer, a blinding light broke through the dark satin sky.The clouds who were like winged giants, their howling threats were silenced.The sadistic juggler, the ocean, became a tamed gentlemanThe platform in shape of the cross transported me safely to the shore of stability.This is what it’s like to tread water in a trial in my life.Written by Stephen J. VattimoAugust 28, 2008
This poem is the first poem I have written in almost 10 years. God has been whispering in my ear that it was time to pick up the pen, and write more poetry. This poem mirrors the concept of the painting that has the same title.