apologies in advance for the tired ocean analogy

"They've fallen off the deep end"

Well have you been pushed and pushed

By the current of misery

Or doubt

Or trauma?

Have your tidy answers proved insufficient for the tidal wave?

Have you watched your textbooks float away while you hold on for dear life?

You make it sound like the deep end is a travel destination

One I'd pack for

And plan for.

When really it's the landing strip

Of a plane crash

When really it's the only place left

Deep enough for all my grief

You make it sound like it's hell down here

Burning flesh,

Gnashing teeth

But down here,

The only thing I've found in the darkness

Is the immense love of God

And the love of God absolutely obliterates

The tightly packed theology

We've neatly labeled in cardboard boxes

Did you know cardboard turns to mush in water?

Did you know the love of God is meant to be uncaged?

Free-range, free-fall, free indeed

Did you know it's okay to leave your theories at the shore?

But you probably won't

Until something pushes you off

And there are no more rules

No answers

Just love

enchanted angst