Crossing the Water

And when evening came, the boat was out on the sea, and he was alone on the land. And he saw that they were making headway painfully, for the wind was against them. And about the fourth watch of the night he came to them, walking on the sea. He meant to pass by them, but when they saw him walking on the sea they thought it was a ghost, and cried out, for they all saw him and were terrified. But immediately he spoke to them and said, “Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.” And he got into the boat with them, and the wind ceased. And they were utterly astounded, for they did not understand about the loaves, but their hearts were hardened. Mark 6:47-52

Crossing the Water

We must get wet to cross
feel the wind and salt sting
fear the undertow and the current
to make it to the other side.

So many wait and want us
to walk on water but God alone
makes miracles and we just row
into the wind most days.

We are followers of the one
who defied the darkness and storm
who mended broken hearts and lives
and is mending and walking still.

We sink and swim praying hard
to make it to shore once more
to be wrapped in loving arms
and welcomed to the banquet feast.

None survives peril without love
nor clings to life without a glimmer
hope and possibility intertwined
shine like a lighthouse on a dark coast.

We can be beacons but not gods
vessels but not the Creator
songs but not the composer who breathes
life into all our days.

Come sit by the calming water
and listen to the far off voice
God is drawing near, rescuing in love
the weakened terrified ones
who cry out with broken whispers
in the deep blanket of the night.