Who Walked the Water?
by Dave Darnell"that is, that we may be mutually encouraged by each others faith, both yours and mine." Rom 1:12
A restful sleep may be out of reach,
I once was fitful in the dark.
Or not to be calm in repose.
I watched a sailor grab at the elusive shut-eye, rough seas, no relief. His eyes did close.
As we reached the fishing grounds,
Others, on wobbly legs worked.
That fisherman became energy.
Fellows looked on him with envy, he slept as we bucked. I went close to thread bait with him.
Our team fought the sea, he joined it. We must take our rest as it is provided by God. He loves our need.
Providence and grace are blips on our screen. How blessed are the seafarers, the shepherds?
Our psyches yearn for solitude.
Is it attainable? Our matrix demands attention. Stressfully.
Beat it back, or engulf the stress.
God listens. We have choice. We have a blip to home in on, Beloved.
1 comment:
What a master work of poetry and inspiration... can't get enough of this one.
More: More -- Encore!
Post a Comment