The Sea of Galilee

There is something about a body of water

that remains unchanged

steady

consistent

ever-present

buildings, cathedrals

come and go

yet the sea remains the same

waves rolling in

over my toes

chilly and cold

I can dig my feet in

to the sand and shells

feeling the grit of the land.

Look out on the water

picture the storm

clouds overhead

wind whistling past your ears

and the world spins and your heart worries

and you are reprimanded

“Ye of little faith! Why are you scared?”

And then

“Peace, be still.”

And then, steady as the waves,

peace rolls in.