There’s a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours

especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never

believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held

out to you this way.
I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness

and what we feel we are worthy of in this world.

Years ago in the Hebrides I remember an old man

who would walk every morning on the gray stones

to the shore of baying seals, who would press his

hat to his chest in the blustering salt wind and say his

prayer to the turbulent Jesus hidden in the waters.
And I think of the story of the storm and the people

waking and seeing the distant, yet familiar figure,

far across the water calling to them.

And how we are all preparing for that abrupt waking

and that calling and that moment when we have to say yes!

Except it will not come so grandly, so biblically,

but more subtly, and intimately in the face

of the one you know you have to love.

So that when we finally step out of the boat

toward them we find, everything holds us,

and everything confirms our courage.
And if you wanted to drown, you could,

But you don’t, because finally, after all

this struggle and all these years,

you don’t want to anymore.

You’ve simply had enough of drowning

and you want to live, and you want to love.

And you’ll walk across any territory,

and any darkness, however fluid,

and however dangerous to take the one

hand and the one life, you know belongs in yours.

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