Here is a poem for our challenging times. It would have ruined the poem to relate the ending of the gospel story—found in chapter four of Mark–but readers will remember Jesus’ command to the tossing waves, Peace, be still.
Our Lord, Asleep in the Boat
Without a place to lay his head
except for a cushion, its mustiness
dried many times in the sun, he lets
the whitecaps in their lake of sky
lull him away to sleep.
The disciples, supposing themselves
in command, do not see, at first, those
far off clouds a-building, so innocent
the time that only after will they say
was the calm before the storm.