What's in a meaning...?!

Sometime when we write something, a skit, parable, story, anecdote, or vision in heart, the meaning may not be ready apparent, but it's there. Looking at Psalm 137:1-4, it says,

["...1By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
4How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?..."]

Now we had begun to make a skit that we found ourselves rowing the Galean sea, with our Lord. On those balmy days when nothing seem to be happening. But that's when our captors thrive, when we are laid low...

They mock us and deride us, saying "Where, is the old faith, my little Christian slave...?" Our enemies exchange gifts, when our spirit is low and lay dead, in hopeless dread of I don't know what!...

When we are in our captors hand, they want us to party with them in their scoffing and laughter. It is at this time that we need to pray, that God shows us the real drama unfolding and see the devil being cast into hell with his angels and emmissaries...

Yep! It is when we are in Babylonian water that the air still and suffocating, and no rest there, even when we don't have anything to do! And sometime we fall in to those waters and join their dissimulation of what is coming up ahead...

But now it's the time of Salvation and end draws near and time to take the wool out of our eyes and wake up and start rowing towards the promised land which heaven itself...