Who would press his hat to his chest in the blustering salt wind and say his prayer to the turbulent Jesus hidden in the water,Īnd I think of the story of the storm and everyone waking and seeing the distant yet familiar figure far across the water calling to them,Īnd how we are all preparing for that abrupt waking, and that calling, and that moment we have to say yes, except it will not come so grandly, so Biblically, but more subtly and intimately in the face of the one you know you have to love, Years ago in the Hebrides I remember an old man who walked every morning on the grey stones to the shore of baying seals, I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness and what we feel we are worthy of in this world. There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours, especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held out to you this way. When reading publicly he explains that the one who calls us out of our boats can be a person, a new life, or even some deep part of ourselves. All he was told was the conference theme was the biblical passage where Jesus comes to the disciples walking on the water and calls them to step out of the boat. Poet David Whyte was invited to speak at a conference led by the Sisters of Mercy in Galveston, Texas. This is for Shane Margaret and Jon Mark who will be ordained to the Transitional Diaconate on June 6th, and for Martha, who seeks and searches and prays like the old man in the Hebrides.
Note: A friend sent me this just this morning and I knew I had to share it here with you.
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