Like a rip tide, it drags me out to sea
Threatens to drag me under
Resists my every attempt to return to land.
The terror, fighting that rip tide.
If I fight it directly, I will drown.
It's too strong. I will go under.
I cannot swim directly back to shore,
To see reality again.
The only way to fight it is not to fight it directly
Swim parallel to the land
Gulp air when you can
Try not to swallow too much salt water
And when the strength of the rip tide lessens,
Swim diagonally to shore.
The shore, where reality sets in once more
And I can rest,
Gently floating in the warm water of God's love
Or basking in the direct sunlight of His truth.