I tread through the water, the mire, and the waves,
I am in just half way,
my head is not drowning,
and slowly I am making my way to even land.
I pass many rocks along the way and
have to meander my way around them-making sure-
I am slow and sure of my footing.
The journey is the best part, they say.
Live in the present and learn (it is easy to say this) but
in the moment it is hardly simple.
Still, the endeavor looks unpromising.
and I try not to look to my far away finish, with weakness and a frail heart.
But, just in time,
my eyes rise up from the rough current, and
I see the smooth and steady and sure that was always right beside me.
I begin to hope and forget to be afraid.
take hold of his hand,
And we walk through the waters together