The Sea of Galilee

Emma Paulus '26

Think of the boat rocking less now, 

Its ropes learning to obey again.

Think of the water forgetting its fury,

Loosening its grip on the stern.

Think of Him still there, a hand open,

Breathing into the wood of the bow,

The storm slipping off His shoulders

Like a coat that's no longer needed.

Think of the oars resting on their palms,

Their fear settling back.

Think of the lake smoothening its face,

Still wearing the shape of the wind, now quieted.

Think of the boats' tired sigh,

How loud the small sounds are now, 

How still, the rope, the water, the wood.

Think of faith as this:

Not as thunder, not as the command, 

But as a boat that’s unmoved in the water,

As He sleeps.