11 May 2019

By Philip Kuepper

The Apostle-rocked boat
about broke apart
on the hellish water.
Oars lay like limp arms atop it.
Blades failed to cut the blubbery liquid.

Fish had become
an afterthought.

Fear had eaten into faith.
Thoughts of drowning swam in their minds.
All that was left to grasp at
proved graspless.
The serpent sea circled them.

Then, in the storm’s eye,
they saw to become calm,

a seeing that brought forth
spirit coming toward them
across the water,
spirit that had kept them
afloat all along.

(23 April 2019)