Journey to nowhere
I’m no longer on a spiritual quest
nor in a battle for that matter,
though my low desires continue to manifest.
My sole endeavor these days is to walk on water.
Not the ocean but a flat wide river.
Midway between the banks, I stroll
facing upstream with a pace only brisk enough
to keep my position fixed. It’s not a trial
of faith. Often I fall, get sucked under,
find myself swept farther downstream. No matter.
With long-suffering effort, I shake it off,
climb to my feet, resume the balancing act
that defies the laws of the natural world.
I don’t look to get anywhere . . .
or not get anywhere. I just aim
to maintain my place above the river’s flow –
a journey of constant failures; a journey to nowhere,
until the One who brought me here safely leads me home.
O child of God, your strategy makes no sense,
which is one point in its favor.