I stood by the rail looking out at the ocean
My thoughts were deep and murky
My soul longed for your presence
The sound of your voice to bring me rest
The waves were hitting the side of the ship
I looked across the expanse of the great blue
Lord, if I could enter your courts and walk up to you
I would reach out and touch the hem of your garmet
Your power would follow me back home to my son
When I walk into his room a beautiful quiet and stillness would settle
My son is frozen beneath a lake, I have an axe but cannot break through
I have been chopping through autism for years, never to enter his world
My soul longs to reach his hiding place, to know his every thought and dream
If I could bring your glory even in the smallest form back to him
It would be like a little firefly lighting a whole room, awakening the dead
My son would walk out of the silence into my world and the ice would break
I would reach him, and he would grab my hand and be pulled out of his icy solitude
He would come into my world since I can never quite reach his
I awaken from my daydream and say a prayer
“God help me to reach my child and pull him out of his lonely world.”
Then he whispers to me:Â he is not alone I am with him every day
The ice cracks a little, I shed a tear
My son is captured in a world where God lives
He is not alone💗
Cindy Seaton
Beautiful. He is with him and each of us, always.
Thank you, Robin!