Essays, Poetry

On the Sea of Galilee

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D.A. Cooper

Matthew 14:24-31

The Spirit told me that I wouldn’t sink,

so I strode out with that same confidence

a newly-walking toddler has—each step

more poised, more sure. The Galilee’s fresh tears

fell on my knees, rolled down my legs, and cleansed

my feet. As I came near, I felt their fear,

and told them it was only me.

My heart

leapt in my chest when I saw Simon leap

out of the boat. He didn’t sink, but walked!

My Father hadn’t told me that could happen,

that they could change, become more than they are.

I’ve never seen such faith in all of Israel.

Before his sea of doubts could swallow him,

he grabbed my hand—I pulled him close to me.

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