To walk among the meadows
and not break out in hives.
To smell the trampled flower
and hope that it survives.
A wisp of cloud beyond the view,
grassy feathers specked with dew –
its name is just a life that thrives.
As sunbeams pour onto the Earth
and springtime has just given birth,
the heart is cheered by time.
Though clouds float on in silent mirth,
they shine with joy’s peerless worth
with wisdom just sublime.
A feather falls as if it flies –
the pull of gravity it flees.
The wind bears it upon its sighs
as the sun smiles on all it sees.
The storm around calls to the end of all breath,
the watery gallows roar.
Without any hope, all that remains is just death –
its call we try to ignore.
We tread amongst sharks stalking all around,
water approaching the neck.
A cry, a plea, a shout, yet no sound
for in ocean, we’re just but a speck.
He calls to us, invites us to walk on the waves
if only we’ll trust and believe.
The water’s below our feet, for He saves
as we now His warmth do receive.
At times, we may slip and fall back into wet
silent waters, but lest we forget;
He found us in those dark depths of the storm
and has never let go of us yet.