Christ In Winter:
Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter
Perhaps in time to come
I’ll be a fish and, as
those who
went before us on this terrestrial
ball, who learned to
breathe
and walk on land.
They could not know
how they would change the
world
by choosing that time when,
washed in upon the beach.
they turned forward
to the land instead of
backward
to the sea. Perhaps I’ll
be
the one on that new
frightful
edge between the worlds
to make the choice to
breathe
in a different way, and
walk
on legs that just now
start
to move. Perhaps I’ll be
that one…
Will I choose the unknown
land
and start the human race
again
or will I slip back, into
the sea,
and let it be…
JRMcF
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