Still
(Found here ) Mark 4:35-41 After the miracle you ask why I’m still afraid clutching the rim of the no-longer- rocking boat shockwaves still rolling in my belly though the lake’s gone smooth as slate — Do I still have no faith you ask even now when I could test the air above my head and meet no resistance when I’ve seen you lift your own weathered hand gathering the wind into your fist until all is still — I turn aside search the horizon for another storm rising in the opaline sky and still you ask will I rest here a while — lay my head against the same pillow where a moment ago you slept? ~Heather Kaufmann
