I remember sitting on the sofa next to my girlfriend watching these movies that consisted of 15 minutes of sheer awe. Teaching us to look at life from a different angle. from the inside and with our eyes allowing our soul to experience wreckage.
So many of us function in this world as the sea does,
with Ebbs and flows of the waves of the working class,
the socialite mothers with their strollers and latte's,
jr high girls dressed the same , tressed the same, talking & walking the same.
Yet to experience actual wreckage on this sea of life as the world knows it is so messed up.
We dispose of our spouses and friends like we do the news paper, and driving to work has to be like microwaving your "minutes only " pasta dinner.
People want to kill themselves beacuase a doctor gives them a bad report and they don't want their family to suffer with them....be burdened.
Children murder their parents because they had a fight.
People freeze to death on the streets because it's -56 degrees out.
These things seems to disappear into the calendar , maybe strike a page in the newspaper. and then we toss it away.....
Like the note in the bottle tossed at sea...hoping someone will rescue them.....
Wrecked at sea.
I've been on that boat.
I've been wrecked.
I stood in the food bank lineup for an entire year...
I had sherriffs repossess everything I had .
My ex went bankrupt and left me with over $10,000 in monetary debts leaving me still paying it 10 years down the road.
My best friends since kindergarten ditched me when I told them I was pregnant....
I was yesterday's news
and my baby became a burden...
My pregnancy was lonely,
Until my daughter arrived.
her birthday a beautiful one and no-one to share it with.
Her father walked out when she was only 2.
Somedays she was the wind in my sails.
she kept me going.
Only two....
telling me how to smile like her
and brushing my face with her tiny hand telling me that she would take care of me.
and so we sailed....
we met many passers by,
people who smiled but didn't say anything...
people who prayed and well wished us.....but never phoned.
we sailed....
and sometimes I lost her. not knowing what babysitter I had left her with...leaving me weeping on my doorstep asking God to remind me of who I gave her to for the night.
for years we sailed...many faces, and still no one stopped to stay...
to linger....
to visit
or be our friends
Wrecked at sea...
No one payed attention.....
No one stopped to ask intently....
they asked how I was but did not care to hear my answers....
they say they miss you or pray for you
they think of you...but no one ever phones....
no one ever looks into your cupboards to see that you only have a block of cheese, some powdered milk in a jug, a large box of rice crispies and not enough peanut butter to last the week.
They didn't know that all I ate all day was water and the crusts she would not eat.
wrecked at sea.....
floating....
waiting...
One day I docked into the north end of this city to talk and listen to a voice I had only heard through her husband's cell phone. and quickly... she saw the wreckage...and I saw hers...and we milled through it...still remembering each other and the children in the midst....
which everyone else forgot....
we built each other up... and then she set sail for manitoba....
But I hear her every day...and see her in the distance. never docking...just sailing...and she's coming back to me...her family too....
"Row, row Row your boat,
Gently down the stream....."
She has the man power. with faith as her rudder and 5 men in her life to do her bidding...because she is highly praised by them....to help her row in faith.
for here their wreckage has supplies and all of their needs met......and a place to dock and refuel.... and a friend....
consistent
waiting.....
Soon they will re-settle...and they will rejoice....and I with them...with her...and our children....
and will sing,....
"Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Life is but a dream."
Wrecked at sea....
row your boat...
faith will guide you if you let it.
Look for the shore...
It is there.
......and there will be people waving you in....
So many of us function in this world as the sea does,
with Ebbs and flows of the waves of the working class,
the socialite mothers with their strollers and latte's,
jr high girls dressed the same , tressed the same, talking & walking the same.
Yet to experience actual wreckage on this sea of life as the world knows it is so messed up.
We dispose of our spouses and friends like we do the news paper, and driving to work has to be like microwaving your "minutes only " pasta dinner.
People want to kill themselves beacuase a doctor gives them a bad report and they don't want their family to suffer with them....be burdened.
Children murder their parents because they had a fight.
People freeze to death on the streets because it's -56 degrees out.
These things seems to disappear into the calendar , maybe strike a page in the newspaper. and then we toss it away.....
Like the note in the bottle tossed at sea...hoping someone will rescue them.....
Wrecked at sea.
I've been on that boat.
I've been wrecked.
I stood in the food bank lineup for an entire year...
I had sherriffs repossess everything I had .
My ex went bankrupt and left me with over $10,000 in monetary debts leaving me still paying it 10 years down the road.
My best friends since kindergarten ditched me when I told them I was pregnant....
I was yesterday's news
and my baby became a burden...
My pregnancy was lonely,
Until my daughter arrived.
her birthday a beautiful one and no-one to share it with.
Her father walked out when she was only 2.
Somedays she was the wind in my sails.
she kept me going.
Only two....
telling me how to smile like her
and brushing my face with her tiny hand telling me that she would take care of me.
and so we sailed....
we met many passers by,
people who smiled but didn't say anything...
people who prayed and well wished us.....but never phoned.
we sailed....
and sometimes I lost her. not knowing what babysitter I had left her with...leaving me weeping on my doorstep asking God to remind me of who I gave her to for the night.
for years we sailed...many faces, and still no one stopped to stay...
to linger....
to visit
or be our friends
Wrecked at sea...
No one payed attention.....
No one stopped to ask intently....
they asked how I was but did not care to hear my answers....
they say they miss you or pray for you
they think of you...but no one ever phones....
no one ever looks into your cupboards to see that you only have a block of cheese, some powdered milk in a jug, a large box of rice crispies and not enough peanut butter to last the week.
They didn't know that all I ate all day was water and the crusts she would not eat.
wrecked at sea.....
floating....
waiting...
One day I docked into the north end of this city to talk and listen to a voice I had only heard through her husband's cell phone. and quickly... she saw the wreckage...and I saw hers...and we milled through it...still remembering each other and the children in the midst....
which everyone else forgot....
we built each other up... and then she set sail for manitoba....
But I hear her every day...and see her in the distance. never docking...just sailing...and she's coming back to me...her family too....
"Row, row Row your boat,
Gently down the stream....."
She has the man power. with faith as her rudder and 5 men in her life to do her bidding...because she is highly praised by them....to help her row in faith.
for here their wreckage has supplies and all of their needs met......and a place to dock and refuel.... and a friend....
consistent
waiting.....
Soon they will re-settle...and they will rejoice....and I with them...with her...and our children....
and will sing,....
"Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Life is but a dream."
Wrecked at sea....
row your boat...
faith will guide you if you let it.
Look for the shore...
It is there.
......and there will be people waving you in....
