Walking on Water
Always the same message out of Matthew.
The water Jesus walks on is life’s turbulence.
He calms our trouble and lifts us up again.
To walk on water? That’s what’s puzzling—
that feat of antimatter, defeat of physics,
those beautiful unshod feet of cosmic truth
for whom the whole performance is child’s play.
And unless one becomes as a little child
the kingdom’s inaccessible by any route.
That water, then, its broken surface tension,
collision of fracturing waves, apparent chaos,
its fractals turning infinite and weaving
the netted skin between worlds, that web
of light and gravity which underpins our faith,
water, a substance, stormy or pacific,
we know a myriad ways to get across it.
But simply walking on it? Literally?
How far do you think you’d go before you fell
through that convergence between time and space?
The water Jesus walked on wasn’t water
only. It was the storm that made it rock.