Contemplative Haven: Faith 
Faith
Eleven stayed in the boat, although it was an uncertain safety.Eleven stayed in the boat, intuiting that there might be more for them outside its carefully-crafted sides, yet unable to risk those first moments of feeling nothing underneath them. Eleven stayed in the boat, reaching out their hands, leaning over the edge, as if to say, we are with you, we are with you, almost.
One climbed over, throwing himself into an abyss of darkness, fearful that what was below would not support his weight. But the Master had called, and he could do nothing else. The Master had called, and he would rather sink, he would rather drown, he would rather plunge through the depths of the desperate waters than hold back anymore, for he had held back all his life - had held back his very life.
Oh, the joy of those first few steps; Master, see me! Lord, I will be with you any moment! Then the crashing waves of confusion and doubt. Lord, I am nothing like You. Lord, You are too far away. Sea salt in the eyes, burning and blurring; water in the lungs, helpless, helpless.
But an arm's breadth away He is standing, Sovereign; Sovereign Lord over the wind, the waves, and the brine of treacherous seas at night. His hand will grasp, His strength will lift, His knowing will lead to shore. The eleven will follow, and there will be the warmth of fires.
They sleep, knowing that the boat will go out again. Perhaps tomorrow.
posted by Gabrielle at 11:05 PM
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Beautiful art accompanying your post and a fine post too.
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