Walking on the Water

More about Walking on the Water

For Ingrid

The world may shift, a tide beneath the feet,
Where sky and ocean in a riddle meet.
But she stands firm, upon the liquid glass,
Watching the golden, giant shadows pass.

Her dress, the night, a shadow soft and long,
Against the light where ancient moons belong.
She does not sink, for fear has washed away,
Dissolved into the turquoise light of day.

The mountains fade, like memories in mist,
By light of strange, new suns she is now kissed.
A miracle is not the water’s stone,
But finding peace when standing all alone.

Walk on, brave soul, where others fear to tread,
By inner light and quiet courage led.
The deep will hold you, and the sky will guide,
With every step, the fear will now subside.