Sonnet No. IV:
Walk on Water
©2010, Olan L. Smith
I walk as god and stroll upon a sea,
A water's tempest Galilean lore,
But true a storm will tell of dread to be;
My heart is racing quicker than before
And listens to an echo like lub-dub,
A pounding throb― as I am drenched in rain
And ruin is come, beyond Him soars a dove;
Her wings are shifting air and will sustain
Above, she flies so high. A sinking down;
He reaches out commanding me to rise!
A calm within His soul — my hope is found
And now I know such dominion defies,
To walk a surface with security;
I forever recognize your guarantee.