Waiting

He called them to the sea

A boundless tempest raging

Those of little faith witnessed it made still

Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum

Made still for the faithful to come

Without the storm

An ocean deep lies quiet

A narrow path made clear in the great calm

A path that any may choose

The lamb says “come,”

And the faithful walk freely upon its surface

In blood-soaked robes of white

Achieving glory for the Kingdom

Built on streets of sundrenched water

Golden, shining

As if there was nothing below

The faithless stand on the shore

Blind snakes full of bones

Listlessly scoff at those who march on

Towards a realm built only by faith

Others, once faithful, have fallen

Trapped in the depths below

They who did not cry out

Forever gazing at a golden kingdom

Just out of reach

Those in between, though

Stand with unsure footing

Balanced in a boat far from land

Precarious over cascading depths,

Watching those behind and below

As the faithful smile and usher them on,

“Take courage! Don’t be afraid.”

But they know they are lukewarm

And cry for a faith stronger than water

So they may stride through the gates of pearl

Arms outstretched to the blinding Son

But daring not to disturb the glittering mirror,

Lest the whole kingdom fall,

Here on still waters

We wait