I walk along the water’s edge,
Aware that I live in liminal spaces.
One foot seemingly on solid ground,
Relying on what’s familiar.
Grasping for something that comforts,
Stuck in the here and now.
I walk along the water’s edge,
Aware that I do not want to live in between.
Remembering the familiar waters of Baptism,
Relying on what cannot be seen.
Reaching out beyond my capacity,
Toward the there and then.
I walk along the water’s edge,
Aware of the rocks piercing my feet.
Or is it my soul?
Lingering in sin.
Born of complacency.
Hesitant to leave the world.
I walk along the water’s edge,
Aware of the cooling waters of mercy.
Remembering the familiar Blood of Eucharist.
Wash me clean,
Then I shall be made whiter than snow.
Diving into the Divine.
I walk along the water’s edge,
Aware of the Son who redeems me.
Jesus Christ,
Son of the Living God.
Have mercy on me,
A sinner.
I walk along the water’s edge,
Aware of the Spirit who sanctifies me.
Heavenly King,
Comforter.
Save me from myself,
Sanctify me.
I walk along the water's edge.
Aware of you, my God.
Never forgetting.
Always returning.
With love and desire,
You are my Everything.
