Hebrews 6:19

We have this hope, a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul ….

Lord, I have become untethered,

unmoored, set adrift during the storm,

and this boat I’m on is too small

and leaking and rocking and already

the seawater is pooling at my feet.

The boat tips and threatens

to flip as it climbs each wave,

before crashing back down again.

And it’s dark—it’s so very dark

and I cannot see—I’m crying, I think

but my tears taste like the ocean

and I can’t help but wonder if

the sea has already claimed me.

But then, as one wave settles down

and another has yet to rise in its place,

I see You Lord.  I see You, somehow,

standing there, a lighthouse shining

in the middle of the water.

The waves bow down to You,

crest then fall, before disappearing

and fleeing into the night.

The clouds part over You, revealing

the stars, revealing a universe

that wakes and blinks and rubs its eyes

as it, too, is called upon to shine.

The storm rages on around me,

but around You there is no darkness,

there is only infinite light and infinite hope.

And here You come to me, walking

on water, leaving behind a trail

of light as if You were a comet,

streaking across the night sky.

And everywhere You shine,

the darkness stops and stares

for a moment, before grabbing

its things and sprinting away.

And everywhere You walk, Lord,

the storm settles and stills,

the waves lie down and sleep.

And here I sit, in my boat,

soaked and shivering,

every part of me quivering

as You reach out Your hand

and pull me into Your embrace.

Hope, my anchor.

Hope, my savior.

Hope, my redeemer.

Amen.