saturated in surrender.
The latest class of VerbTribe just ended. This week, I will feature on 37days the writing of VerbTribe members in this most recent class. These excerpts are in response to daily prompts the class provides, and I hope you will appreciate the voices of these writers. If you’re interested in becoming a VerbTribe member, go here for more information on the next class that begins January 3, 2013.
Saturated in Surrender
-Donna Schwender
Run. Run as if your life depends on it. Because it does. Because there is a raging wall of filthy brown water that is littered with the debris of the lives of your upstream neighbors and it is seconds away from erupting in one horrific orgasmic burst through the last sentry of soil that stands guard between you and it.
Swim. Swim as you’re both pushed and yanked off your already unsteady feet. Because of the terrified one-hundred pounds of wet German Shepherd attached to the end of the leash that is wrapped in a death grip around your wrist. Because you’ll do whatever it takes so the two of you don’t become separated during these last few hundred feet to safety.
Pray. Pray hard. Thank the angels swirling around you for helping you do every important thing that flash-flooded into your mind during the 97 minutes you had to save that which you deemed worthy. Thank the dear Lord that, during those 97 minutes, you had gotten your mother, your husband, 6 cats, 5 dogs, 2 horses, and finally – finally your saturated self – to the highest piece of ground left to flee to.
Hope. Hope floats. Surrender to the fact that you’ve done everything you can and that it’s now totally out of your control. Surrender to whatever will remain once the rain finally ceases and the light of day once again engulfs the sky and ushers you into your forever-changed world.
(photo by Donna Schwender)







