After Matthew 14:22-33
At first, a ghost, they think
until recognition kicks in.
No ghost, but the one
they follow, walking
across the stormy sea.
Hothead as he always is,
leader that he will become,
he says command me
to come to you, and hearing
the words, begins to walk.
But the storm, the waves,
the howling winds evoke
fear, and he’s sinking,
intentions forgotten,
sinking into the depths
as he cries out to be
saved. The one grasps
him by the hand and
pulls him to the boat,
and the waves calm,
the winds die down.
The picture of salvation
is painted.
Photograph by Tom Verdoot via Unsplash. Used with permission.
The picture of salvation painted . . . Perfect, Glynn!
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