Floating
You taught Peter to walk on the water --
until fear turned his feet to lead.
Now, You're urging me to float
this concrete body
upon a plane so insubstantial,
not grabbing or flailing;
not reaching back upon the empty
mechanics of swimming,
but lying gently
in the shape of a cross,
drifting towards infinity,
feeling at my neck's nape,
and the small of my back,
Your fingertips ...
until they, too,
dissolve into Ocean.
O child of God, trust the Sea.
Roll with the waves.
(A Jewel in the Dust)
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