Boats
(Mark 4: 35-41)
The wind comes up quick in the shallow waters of Moriches Bay.
The waves rise and swell and turn frothy white,
And a curtain of fog
Descends.
What was fun just minutes before becomes fearful.
Soaked
With salty spray,
We head our little boat toward remembered land,
Praying,
Jesus keep us safe,
Keep us safe.
This is a begging, perhaps,
A plea,
A command,
Jesus keep us safe, and
It is ours.
But likewise
Does not Jesus turn to us?
And do we obey?
~Alice Schultze