Floodplain

The sign is still lit up blue and yellow.

I finally drove by it last night.

Why doesn’t someone turn it off?

Don’t they know this is where the waters rose and the walls gave way?

I pray Landon won’t notice,

But memory serves him and he turns his head.

He doesn’t say a word, and neither do I.

We keep driving and take courage again.

Some hearts are built on a floodplain, sings Sara Groves.

Keeping one eye on the sky for rain

You work for the ground that gets washed away

When you live closer

Closer to the life and the ebb and flow

Closer to the edge of I don’t know

Closer to that’s the way it goes

Some hearts are built on a floodplain

I steal another glance in the rearview mirror and draw in a measured breath.

It’s not your fault.

I know.

But still.

Is the sign mocking our failure or marking our attempt?

Depends on which angel we listen to, I guess.

I thought we’d finally made it to dry land.

After all, faith doesn’t demand He explain himself.

And besides,

Nothing we build for Him is ever really lost.

Right?

Here comes the water just the same.

Oh the river it rushes to madness

And the water it spreads like sadness

And there’s no high ground

Landon gets out, but I stay put.

I stay closer.

Closer to the danger and the rolling deep

Closer to the run and the losing streak

And what brings us to our knees

Closer to the life and the ebb and flow

Closer to the edge of I don’t know

Closer to Lord please send a boat

Some hearts are built here

And I decide there’s no failure in that.

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© 2017  Kristen Lunceford