My Only Need

Waves flow across the sloping dunes, carrying the sand further away from shore.

The boat I once had is gone, carried away like the rest of the beach will be someday.

I stumble across the beach slowly, hoping to see a ship

or at least something I can use to get home.

If walking across a beach could give one solace, would it have the same effect

on someone who is all alone?

I start to cry, wondering where I will find my salvation.

But I am not alone.

From a young age, I was shown the power that lies in God.

Where is He now? I ask. Why is He gone?

I sit by the receding dunes, praying that I have the strength to carry on.

God, I say, help me to survive. I know you're there,

I want to follow your plan.

I walk down the shoreline for three hours, repeating my prayer.

Out in the distance, I saw something gliding across the water. It looked to be human,

but it was too bright to be so.

As I stepped closer, it washed towards me, where I received it with open arms.

It was a small package, filled with fish and bread.

I ate from that pack for five weeks and five days. Though I don't have a way to get home,

I have faith.

I have hope.