By Joyce Welford.

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Afraid
In my own little boat
Afloat, just…
I look
And look
Into the sharp rain.
Drained, stained, unkempt.
What ghost is that
Distantly waiving…
Savings me?   
No!
Passing by…
Inviting me to
Come out…
Shouting Look! Look! at Me
You will not drown.

Down I go…
Defeated 
Depleted 
Till Your hand
Your power 
Gropes for mine.

A poem of hope in despair.

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✏️ Joyce is a 78 year old Methodist influenced by Quakers and meditation, living in Norfolk. Constantly sinking, constantly rescued.

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