Drowning With You

Water comes in many forms. 

It can be frozen solid over a huge span of land causing whatever tries to enter it to glide along its surface. 

It can be so heavily salted that almost anything that enters its depths will float right to the top. 

It can have waves that remain calm and still or waves so strong they can harshly drag you down leaving little room for you to come up for air. 

It can be a tiny stream constantly fighting to keep flowing or a large river gushing past as if on a mission. 

Father, if I am to be formed after your merciful heart and engulfed by your mercy, first I must know how does your mercy flow? 

What form does the water of your mercy take? 

Right now I feel like I am in it, the sea of your mercy. 

My boat is being struck by waves on all sides. 

Mother Mary’s tears are falling on me from the sky mourning with me, but also riling up the storm.

I see the hatch that leads to where you are safe and sound sleeping below deck but how? 

How are you possibly sleeping through all the chaos that your sea of mercy is causing? 

I went below deck to meet you and I planned to scream and yell and say all the awful things, but once I saw you lying peacefully I couldn’t do it. 

I see there is a spot next to you as if it was waiting for me to come and find you. 

I curl up still feeling the rocking and torment of the boat, but then all I can feel is the sweetness of your embrace. 

The tears begin to fill my eyes and the lower deck of the boat starts to fill with water. 

We are overcome by the water and I am drowning in the sea of mercy, but I am completely at peace because I am no longer barring the storm alone.