Pushing Hope

"My days are like the evening shadow;
I wither away like grass."
And as I sit here
an untouched fallow
in a ditch that is slowly filled
with hope
and as the edges reach
the end of the slope

I am able to see
the joy within me
as we then scoop and thrust
and sway
parting the water away
each push
pushing my heart
force-ing
it to bea-t
one more time
and go!

Where to, we do not know, but go it always will
because here it cannot be still
but you force it to move and grow
and so I go. 

*inspired by a psalm & Aqua Zumba with a wonderful friend!