By Rebekah Sherman
Each stroke I take brings me closer to Certainty’s shore, yet I gasp for breath, still fighting against the swirling currents that push and pull in each direction, calling me to give in.
I cling to the last spark of Hope, although most of me wants to let go—but no!
I flail with an arm, grasping a sharp rock, the beginning foundation of a slippery slope that rises above sea level.
What must I do to press on?
How long must I endure?
Even the plummeting rains of Doubt and lightnings of Defeat are tormenting, and who’s arguments are compelling to me.
My hand slips and misses the rock as the dangerous waters almost cover my head’s top, and sighing should I release my hold on the dimming glow of Hope?
Oh, no…
One last glimpse of what I wish to see, the land of Certainty, and with that I half smile as the waters close—I must let go, I must let go.
I open my eyes and see the dark. I thought I’d be more afraid, but then I guess probably Fear’s been delayed or cast out by Sorrow’s forces.
But what is that flicker of white, blue light by my feet?
Why is it spreading quickly like a disease? No, it’s more like a crystal wildfire. Oh wait, it’s Peace.
Suddenly, I begin to rise and feel a glimmer of Joy as my head pops above the tide.
Joy and Peace reach out inside me, and restore Hope’s broken shards, piece by piece. And, unexpectedly, I am propelled to Certainty’s shore.
I’ll be okay, I’ve made it once more!
