It is I, don’t fear
Haiku of uncertain faith
He had healed them,
blessed and fed, instructed them,
then he sent them home.
He stayed by himself
while his friends left in the boat
for the other side.
Finding a high place,
letting go; resting body,
communing with God.
In the boat, his friends,
battered by the wind and waves
were getting anxious.
The story tells us
he came walking through the waves.
It is I, don’t fear!
Command me to come,
if it really is yourself;
the fisherman spoke.
The word was spoken.
Bold Peter walked on water;
then fear reclaimed him.
By ourselves we sink.
Save us, Lord! we cry in fear.
His hand reaches out.
Is it his command
of storms, that prove his Sonship;
or is it his love?
© Ken Rookes 2020
