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  • Writer's pictureFr. Thomas Colyandro

The Water's Edge

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.



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