John 6:27
“Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him God the Father has placed his seal of approval.”
After the storm there is quiet,
My fear fades into the distance,
Walking on water isn’t the sign,
It simply reminds me of my fear,
How rough the waves can be,
How easily my life is overturned,
How much the crowds love miracles,
How quickly they follow then turn,
How together they miss the point,
Seeking, seeking the next best thing,
Following and missing truth’s voice.
After the storm in the quietness,
I am with Jesus and the crowds,
Remembering my fear in the storm,
Desiring retreat into stillness,
Knowing I can’t walk on water,
Knowing I can’t feed five thousand,
Knowing my pitiful measure of faith,
Knowing I sometimes follow the crowd,
Knowing I am seeking a messiah too,
Knowing, knowing but alone and lonely,
Seeking and finding belief out of silence.
Jesus walks on water, by Ivan Aivazovsky (1888)
