The sun hangs low and heavy
on all it's warmed and gazed upon
and I float
weightless on a vast water bed
faith so illogical -
fathomless water contained in a cosmic swirl.
Where fear might flounder
as rolling waves break upon my face
The light of day slips into the sea
I stand on sand
feet and faith firmly planted.
The silver moon climbs high into the night
to the echo of Omnipotent words
"and it was good."