Miracle

“Come, dervishes: here is the water of life. Dance in it.”
Thomas Merton

The night looked bad.

Waves towered,

clouds racing

across the glaring moon,

the sea pounding out

all hope for their little boat,

when a ghost approached,

softly glowing,

impossibly walking across the

wet way.

Terror gripped them.

They saw grim Satan

striding across the waves

to take them down

to his watery hell,

But Peter,

truth clearing his fearful eyes,

saw His face, felt His peace

and, radiant with surging faith,

joyfully stepped over the side

to join his beloved Lord.

His feet touched the soft water.

It was like walking

through shallow puddles.

Lifting his legs

he moved slowly forward,

when looking down,

dark doubt

sucked him under

legs first,

then waist deep.

He cried, "Lord, save me!"

and thrusting his hands

to heaven,

he felt the strong grip raising him back

to life.

(28 Sept. 2012)