The Waters

An Idealistic Fantasy About

An Attractive Way to Perish,

Given the Ugly Alternatives

 

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If I could bend God to my will,

I think that I would make

A day when I could

Walk upon

 

The waters of a lake,

 

Where Christ himself

Would take my part

And guide me

 

Through the reeds

 

And share

The blessing

Of his day,

 

According

To my needs

 

I think that he

Would give me wings

And bid me there to fly

Above the waters

Where I walked,

And He had

Come to die.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Recently a woman drowned in the marina lake where our boat is moored. I found myself thinking about her alot and whether it was a quick snd painless death. I guess when you think of the alternatives, this was less messy. How wonderful to imagine yourself walking on water like Christ. Your poem is well crafted, with a pleasing layout. I enjoyed my visit. Thank you.

Chris