Myriad Flecks of Silver and Gold: A Poem

While vacationing on Lake Sacandaga right by the water, I was inspired to write this poem

 The sunshine manifests its myriad flecks of silver treasure
          when coupled with the waters of lake, sea or river,
          wherever water may wander on this earth, large or great
                                          if it catches the light just right.

The golden orb--source of earth's energy, absorbed by man and beast,
            transformed into solar power, recharges the spirit as it
                                           dances on the water.

So too, the sonshine, when absorbed by even one,
                                           restores the soul.
                                I too am ignited by the Son of God
And desire to radiate His light,
                                where ere I go.

To do so, I must abandon my sharp tongue
                                which clouds the joy of my heart and
                                the transcendence of my being,
                shattering the light and obscuring
                                                The Son.

    With wings like a gull, I must take flight
                     from the flesh's weakness,
                                And land on the Rock.
                whether in storm or gale, tempest tossed,
                                or calm waters.

   Like the apostle Paul,
                                 I wrestle with the monstrous, beast of the Sea
                who wishes to pull me under, to his lair.
                                 I must stand and watch,
               or he will chain me to my earthly carcass,
                                which daily  decays.

   While my spirit longs to live in Love,
              Even in the presence of my darkest foes and deepest enemies
                              or anxious thoughts and circumstances.
                               I must escape Myself.

   Help me, dearest Father,
                               Rescue me from dark waters
                               and train my land lubber legs
                                      to walk with you
                                                    On water.

    Help me, to place my mooring in You.
                             To stand strong against the tide of self,
                             To rest in Your loving arms of grace, through tumult and storm.

    Trusting you, as we journey together,
             that we may safely reach the other side.
                  I cry out
                             as thunders booms warnings.

     Let me take cover in Your loving arms.
            "Though ten thousand fall beside me,"
              I shall not be moved.

     Guide and protect me.
           with every step and stride,
                             to the mountains of Your holiness,
           with treasures you have placed
                              inside,
                              like liquid gold, they will radiate
                                      divine joy!