In the darkness we gather
In the Light we see
Fear envelops and nothing is safe
We turn from the Light
And fall into darkness
Drowning in a sea where the storm always rages
Hands reach up from below
To pull you under and never let go
But one Hand reaches to pull you out
It comes from above rather than below
As you are pulled under; it’s always there
Waiting for you to grasp for life
Voices all around whispering sweet promises
Which are not… but lies
From a Voice so powerful
You are but deaf
Yet hearing the promises proclaimed and fulfilled
Now reach up and grasp the Hand that saves
Become a part of this Divine Romance.
Written by Austen Powell Treadwell
Sent to mom from basic training camp-Fort Sill, Ok-February 2008