Trickle…
by Kindred
Picture this…
There is a man…
You’re looking at him out in front of you, as you stand on a sandy shore
Looking at his face, you can tell he is exhausted…
Exhausted, and hurting…
His arms are stretched wide…
You can see that he’s experiencing intense agony…
You look at his hands, and you see nails in each of them…
He clenches his fists to help bear the pain…
On his head, is a crown…
A crown made of thorns, pressed into his scalp..
He closes his eyes tightly…while his breaths are sharp and short
There’s a bruise on his side…
Similar to a stab wound, but a little wider, as if he must have been fighting a war…
His feet, one on top of the other, unmovable, due to the nail going through them…
The color red is so dominant on this man…because he’s bleeding
Looking at his feet…you see blood
On his side…you see blood
His head…blood
His hands…blood
Trickling down his body drop by drop, and even gushing at times
Under him, a large body of water…the water represents life
This is what the blood is dripping into
Each drop is falling in, and changing the water’s color, until it is no longer clear enough to see what’s underneath the surface…
You look to your left, and to your right, and see others just like you…some faces familiar, some not
You put your toe in the water…it’s warm, and you feel somewhat revitalized for the moment…
You bend down and dip your hand in, and move it around a little…
You see others doing the same thing, some walking away after…
Others just watch you, and then they walk away too…
Occasionally you see some come back to the shore, realizing that quite a number of them are ones that dipped and walked away..
They dip and walk away again, and again…
Some have dipped and left, but never returned…
You see where they’re walking to, and you don’t want to go there…
You’ve been there before, and have no desire to go back
You see some others dive in and swim…
You’re a little apprehensive, but you know that there’s something for you in that water..
There’s something for you, right where that man is, if you could only make it to him
You take a deep breath, and dive in headfirst..
You swim…as far as you can, holding your breath, uncertain of what to expect
Eventually you can’t hold your breath any longer, and just when you burst, you realize that you can breathe under the surface of the bloody water
In fact, you breathe easier than you ever did before…
You realize that you feel so light, full of hope and energy
Your arms and legs aren’t getting tired, because the water gives you strength
You can feel the water cleaning you…washing away all the dirt from your body
You keep your eyes on him, and keep swimming, knowing the shore is too far to turn back now
Out of your peripheral, you see some swimming back, but you still see some going forward, strong
After time spent swimming relentlessly, you finally get to where he is, and see that he is only but a few inches from the water’s surface..
You reach out, and feel a drop of blood fall on your hand
You look, and you see it running along your skin…
You realize that everywhere the drop of blood touched now looks a little different, a little newer…
A little cleaner, a little more…authentic
You reach up to touch his foot, while looking at his face…
Then you wake up…
You see your arm stretched up into the air…
You realize that you were sleeping, but you know your dream was not ordinary, nor is it one to simply brush off…
You walk through your day, looking to your left, and to your right…
And see others just like you…some faces familiar, some not
You still see the water…deep blood red
With every step you take, you feel almost like you’re swimming…
Knowing that each step is guided and strengthened by the same man you saw in your dream, as long as you keep your heart reaching out for him…
Despite others’ discouraging words and deeds, and your own doubts and fears, keep your eyes on him…
There’s something for you, that’s in his possession…
Keep swimming…
