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By Adelyn Scott
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More mud. I swished to face another direction.
Mud again.
Oh, no, I never liked to be lost, but by Jove, I always seemed to find myself so. No matter how I swished my back fin, I always found myself looking toward a wall of sludge, oozy and caked with grime. The water I swam in was murky and shallow- I couldn’t see a thing above the surface. I was very scared.
It felt like I was treading there for hours, hovering over a slimy foreign floor everlastingly. It really was nothing like what I was used to; it’s in these situations one realizes how grateful one is for the clear, sandy, happy homes one has.
In the midst of my misery I began wondering to myself how in the Thames I had got to be in a little mud pool. Merely had I been traveling; it was a nice day, not much traffic, and rather pleasant, but I was bored. I had been swimming my way from Reading Point to Slough Point, which wasn’t so bad. There was a small route, off to the side, that looked a bit more exciting, however. I took it, and then suddenly there I was! Flipping around in water that seemed by the minute to be draining.
Yes, I was very sorry. Feeble minded, yes, that was what I was- still am, really. I had been warned over and over to stick to the safer roads. Repentant, for sure, that’s how I felt, true as ever; and now, what could I do to get out of it?
All of a sudden a voice churned above me, deep as many fathoms and as resonating as rain sounds below the surface.
“Sweet child,” whispered the voice, though it was still a startling noise, “art thou stuck?” My voice stuck in my throat, or else the breath left my gills- either way, I couldn’t answer.
“Sweet child,” continued the speaker, “thou knowest me, and I know that thou lovest me. Dost thou see thy trouble? Thou hast put thyself in danger, sweet child. I shall rescue thee.”
What? Of course I knew who He was! Don’t we all? Straight away The Great King had cupped me in his great dripping, watery hands. It was a strange feeling, swimming in my Great Saviour’s hands… I suppose it shows how brilliant and wonderful He is.
“I have helped thee, sweet child.”
I tried looking up into His face, but I couldn’t see it- either it was the brilliance of it that blinded me, or my own tears. The only answer I could find in my thick skull was,
“Yes, Sir.”
“Wilt thou listen to mine words in the future, child?”
“I’ll try hard, Sir.”
“I love thee, sweet child.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I shall set thee back, sweet child, apon the better path. Remember me, sweet child. I never forget thee.”
Like the sound of thunder, His mighty form bent toward the surface of my previous deserted road. It was a lovely feeling, all the dirty grime loosening from under my scales, the sight of everything clear and clean. The Great King watched me as I began to dart along the righteous road happy and determined.
Avoid the mud, mates! Our Maker knows the alleys well. It does us good to trust Him.
- As told by my good buddy, Sir Conan Codfish
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Great descriptive piece and wonderful reference to biblical passages and themes.
Well done!
God Bless~