“Christ, Seas Abound”
When I see an empty rowboat in still waters
I wonder how it got there?
It floats on the water
There are no oars upon it
Nor, a person sitting in it
Yet, calamity and crises seem certain—
The tiny boat is still, but not safe
It is a trap i see myself caught in
Surely, I would not choose to sit upon it?
But, what other choices do I have?
I can see the danger and know it, and still, choose to sit upon that place.
Because, an empty rowboat in still waters, that I wondered about how it got there, as it floats on the water, without oars, almost certain to encounter calamity and crises, and which may not be safe…
Still holds the trap of hope—
Hope that I won’t drown.
