when the wind is against me, battering,
it is you who walk on the sea of my troubles.
When I am panicked
you are the one who says “Do not be afraid.
It is I.”
On the waves of my heart you stand firm
and calm them, not with magic
but your presence. “It is I.”
Not escaping them, nor after they are stilled,
but still raging, you invite me into the waves
of suffering and injustice.
I do not calm them. I stand firm,
not by my ability, but by hanging on to you
even when, as I shall be, I am sinking.
It is you who hold me up,
you who are steady in my fear,
you who heal the turbulence.
Over the waters of chaos,
even before ”Let there be light,” you said,
“It is I.”
August 3, 2020