Walking On Water

May 26, 2009

I want to walk on water.
               I want to dip my toes in the icy sea
               and feel the frothing foam
               hold my weight above the depths;
               to frolic over the fishes,
               to dance upon the waves
               and scream my lungs out
               over the roar of the storm;
               to have my steps lit
               by lightning all around;
               to be scared witless,
               but not fearing,
               knowing that it is not
               my flatfootedness holding me up,
               but by one word,
               but by Your word—
               come.

Peter did it.

Lady Ocean

I've decided to chronicle my writing in somewhat of a chronological order. This is the oldest poem that I still have an original copy--anything prior was destroyed, lost, or who knows what. It was written as a Valentine for Virginia Hardin of Hodad's, Ocean Beach, CA. Virginia has sinced passed away, but I still maintain fond memories of her...and the burgers of Hodad's.



Lady Ocean
2/13/82

The countenance of her beach,
furrowed through the years
by numerous swells,
displays the majesty of age.

The glistening seashells, her eyes;
polished by salt waters
to a youthful shine—
treasures in the sand.

Her waves are soft laughter,
splashing us with joy;
soothing our sorrows—
enhancing our happiness.

Our lady is the ocean.
We love this ocean.
I love this lady.