Crossing Over

When evening came, the boat was out on the sea, and Jesus was alone on the land. When he saw that they were straining at the oars against an adverse wind, he came towards them early in the morning, walking on the sea. He intended to pass them by. But when they saw him walking on the sea, they thought it was a ghost and cried out; for they all saw him and were terrified. But immediately he spoke to them and said, "Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid." Then he got into the boat with them and the wind ceased. And they were utterly astounded, for they did not understand about the loaves, but their hearts were hardened.

When they had crossed over, they came to land at Gennesaret and moored the boat. When they got out of the boat, people at once recognized him, and rushed about that whole region and began to bring the sick on mats to wherever they heard he was. And wherever he went, into villages or cities or farms, they laid the sick in the marketplaces, and begged him that they might touch even the fringe of his cloak; and all who touched it were healed. Mark 6:47-56 

Crossing Over

All too often I get afraid

seeing ghosts and demons

when love's shadow passes by.

The sinister captivates our minds

we tremble and reel around

when we might be looking up.

The storm is always temporary

the love and comfort constant

and we would turn away with fear.

The crossing over is always hard

changing and turning, visiting new places

challenging to our sense of safety.

We are built into the rock and yet we quake

we are the children of the stars and of light

and yet we quake in our little beds.

May we who have known love's presence

never turn away from hope and light

remembering love walks with us in the storm.