Reconfiguring.

Maybe Everything you have seemed to come against you was not to prevent you.  Was to not to put you back.  It's crazy how sometimes You seem to prefer to come in at the last.  After we thought the play was supposed to start.  How when everything seems to fall apart and still You  come in at the last, right when everything is frayed, with our best and lovely piece.  Already wearing our studs.  All wanting to give us things back that mattered.  That could help us win.

I started to see you I started to see how things are returning. 

What if this is not a dead-end but a dock?  To see your bigger strokes.   To let in a new affection and desire.    How else could we get ready to receive it.  

Not dragging not reassuring You don't reassure us in any trite way.  You're not really after our mind.  You're after our posture. You want our view to change.   

So you're pulling us out of undertow.  So I will not be capsized.   

What other way would you be release it?    
Because You don't let us down.