A Story of Redemption

Mikvah

A storm eats

away at the ground,

the foolish one, stands on the sand.

I am

the foolish one.

The rain above, the river below,

I stare into the cold

darkness of the water.

Turmoil, danger, blackness, fear, my worst

nightmare, draws

me in.

Over the roaring, I hear You

whisper my name,

deep calls to deep.

Promising to meet me,

there, in the darkest, coldest

shadows.

I have to let

go.

Eyes closed, face lifted, mouth screaming

I jump.

I am pierced

with knives of cold water,

tossed about, I fight, I struggle,

I sink.

Surrendering with lifted

hands and heart,

a living sacrifice.

I am dying.

I open my mouth

to drink, it tastes of life.

The water caresses

me. Carried away, still

and waiting. Listening

to Your voice.

There is still pain,

Bruising

rocks, sometimes even tearing.

But You don't leave

me,

You are with me.

You have been here before,

You know

The Way.

I reach a quiet

place, able to rise.

I rest beside the still

water, shivering.

I find The Rock

to stand

upon, my face lifted, warmed

by the Sun.

My soul sings

a new song, a song

I never knew before.

I am free.
My life

surrendered, washed

clean,

made new.

Baptisto.

by chaundra

I wrote this poem during a very difficult time I recently had, facing some terrible issues of abuse that I endured as a little child.







To redeem is to trade something with litle or no value for something very valuable. He has redeemed me. God is so good.







Also, Mikvah is the ceremonial bath that a Jewish girl/woman would take before her wedding. It is the foreshadowing of the baptism in the New Testament. And baptisto is the greek word for baptism.