La Barrier
That wall which blocks my pre-dawn view
Black tar, cement, I'm stopped like you
Tight in this box, with gates closed tight
How can this life be set aright?Then scuppers open – water flows
Into our little box – here goes –
We rise as from our next days' flood
We upwards lift – far from the mud.For gates, and scuppers, walls and doors
The slosh of torrent ’neath the floor
Is sound of locks round rapids, falls,
With dawn we rise – new life for all.But even opened gates to North
Drop us back down, slosh back and forth;
Then slowly moving from the locks
Our course resumes, like lifetime walks.Now we head north, tangential dawn;
New light sufficient, sun to warm;
From small fjord the boat slips right,
Then into darkness like dawn light.Now into locks we quickly slip
To rise one level in our ship;
As we from our dead-end back out,
Adjust our course, rise up with shout –Of Jubilee – new freedom found
From superficial ‘friend-ly’ round,
Which matches life at home we've left
And rise – new life in rising cleft.For new life, Lord, with gratitude
I rise once more – good attitude;
And leave the lower place once more,
In dawning light see what's in store.navigation