Turbulent waters
from the side of a silent mountain,
look like ripples,
like crashing tidal waves,
like monsoons,
like contingency,
look like calm.
You see what they see,
and you will walk alongside,
you will walk by,
walk in love,
looking ahead
from above and below.
You see better
and ask us to close our eyes
to view from your quiet.
No one has ever seen,
but love,
here is sight,
truest salvation.
And the sea storm
is no cause for fear,
but a moment for unknowing.
(1 John 4:11-18, Psalm 72, Mark 6:45-52)
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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