Driftwood



This writing requires an explanation. Driftwood is about me, and most everyone else's life and walk with Christ. It is full of allusion and analogical writing. You should see a lot of symbolism in it. If you don't understand it all once you have read it email me and let me know. This writing is very dynamic IF you allow it to be. Don't just pass it off as simplistic, because it is. Just try to see how you can relate to it. Thanks for reading.



I am driftwood fallen from a strong tree
God is indeed the source of that strength
Yet I feel as though I can handle the river alone
So my circular journey begins with curiosity
It begins with a huge fall and plunge
Until I float again upward, but only to the brim
Then the current takes hold and I enjoy the ride
With this sort of joy and pleasure, it can't be wrong
I bob up and down with the larger waves
As I slice through the smaller ones which try to stop me
I look back to see my tree, and its still in sight
So I continue on. I haven't gone too far! KEEP GOING!!
The pleasure of the ride lasts only a short time
I feel myself becoming heavy and waterlogged
I look back for my tree, which has disappeared
I twist and turn in hopes of catching at least a glimpse
I try to go against the flow. I try with all I have!
I realize I am much too heavy, and the current has control
I give up at this point. I guess I'll just coast along.
The river is sure to take me where it wishes. It is mighty.
I look ahead of me, and fear now comes over me
The rocks ahead of me are massive and hard. Too much so!!
Oh, why did I fall from my tree. I was safe there
There's no way I'll ever get back to its clutch
While in heavy thought, the rocks sneak up on me
I smash into one with such force, I split apart
Both pieces of me spin and twist out of control
One spins down one pike, and the other in the oppisite
Each pike is different, but the difference is insignificant
One piece is lost forever after it twists away
And the other continues the journey after its loss
But it is much lighter now, and it coasts along briskly
This pike leads into smooth sailing waters
Large rocks are obsolete in this wonderful surrounding
Now that I am broken, my dropped load is no longer missed
For now I am lighter and feel much freer
I am slowly washed upon a warm and soft beach
The last driving wave hastens me against a rugged surface
The surface is sturdy and is implanted firmly in the ground
Wait!! I know this surface, and I know it very well
I slowly raise my sight and follow the surface up
Oh my tree, I have fallen from your strong grasp
I have traveled through waters and rocks of massive proportion
Now I lay here lowly at your base, wishing to again be with you
Then something most amazing and beautiful occured
A small white dove floats down from the first branch
It picks at me and takes away my tiny moldy impurities
It then carries me to its branch, and lays me upon it
The dove puts many smaller pieces upon me, as for me to hold
I look around and below me, and I am awstruck
I have come full cycle back to my beloved tree
Oh my tree, do not allow me to fall again from this branch


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