John 6:67-68

So Jesus asked the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?”  Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life.”

Lord, where?

Lord, where could I go?

Lord, who would I go to?

There is only You, Lord.

There is only ever You.

It’s why I won’t run

from the storm.

It’s why I won’t give way

to the wind.

It’s why I keep my eyes open

even as the dark clouds build

there across the ocean.

The waves crash.

They tower.

They pound.

They tear apart

and rip away.

But I dig in.

I dig my feet in the sand.

I take a breath,

and I wait for You, Lord,

because I know,

if You are anywhere,

You are here

in the midst of the storm.

And so, I take another breath

and hold it and wait,

because I know

where to find You.

With every step You take

across the water,

the waves will sigh,

their breath catch

and then release as they let

go and calm down.

With Your every breath, Lord,

the winds will settle and still.

And You, Lord,

the Rising Sun,

the Risen Lord,

the Light of the World—

from You, Lord,

the darkness will flee,

and the sky will be wiped

clean and made fresh

and the birds will fly
and sing again.

Lord, to whom would I turn?

I not only wait for You,

I know You and I know You

are coming—soon now, soon.

Amen.