Walking on the Waters
You walk among us, and we become
Incandescent. Who are You? You are the Light of the world, our life's flame Opening bone and nail to reality. Our liquid lives run away from the last cry Cross-hatched with pain, melting into Your feet To bear You mutely as the waters bore You - All we can do, to make this Death complete Is haul our Tree down to the rising tide, The debris-ridden sea we call a soul. Back in the lovely desert of our lies The weight of it seared us, old and black as coal. Nothing behind us but the wastes of time, Nothing before us but the Saviour's face, Like mad men we float out on the Cross To enter You. In the dirtiest, holiest place. |