Faith

by Beverly Ewart

Over the side,

out into the squall –

sliding down swells

toward the voice and the call.

Behind is the boat,

tossed about on the waves;

inside or out,

we must choose to be brave.

But the weight of these worries

and the weight of the flesh

break the sea’s surface tension

on the waves’ foamy crests.

Suddenly sinking

and soaked by our doubts,

we cry out in despair

‘til someone pulls us out.

Upward the pull;

the weight is removed –

we’ve been enlightened

by the strength of God’s love.

Buoyed by hope

and the grip of God’s hand,

we purposely, weightlessly

stride toward dry land.