The Face of the Waters December 29, 2009
The face of the waters,
subtle and still.
Shimmering slightly,
soft and subdued.
The face of the waters,
raging and roaring.
Ragged rushing rains,
riptide and rolling.
The face of the waters,
merely a reflection.
The face seen therein,
the face of the onlooker.
The face of the waters,
utterly calm.
The moonlight shines upon it.
A silver beacon, reflected.
The face of the waters,
smooth as silk.
A silent endless plane.
A deep, dark, starry blue.
The face of the waters,
the very sky itself, captured.
Not a cloud in the sky,
nor a cloud reflected in the sea.
The face of the waters,
the universe revealed.
Looking at its own reflection,
the stars shining back upon themselves.
The face of the waters,
ripples emerging.
Footsteps, one after another.
Walking across the water.
The face of the waters,
the storm silenced.
Footsteps of faith.
One man followed God.
The face of the waters.
Ironically, it was the Rock
who was the one to walk on water.
His eyes fixed on his Lord.
The face of the waters.
Only by faith
can a mountain
throw itself in.
The face of the waters.
Christ has died.
Christ is risen.
Christ will come again.
The face of the waters.
At the moment of creation
God moved across them,
speedily surveying that which was good.
The face of the waters.
In creation,
Jesus walked on them.
And Peter followed.
The face of the waters.
now once again still.
Shimmering slightly,
silently awaiting…