The Israelites walked into the Reed Sea One foot at a time.

(What were they thinking about
    as the water rose
    up their legs
    chilling their hearts
    advancing toward their open mouths?)

We continue to walk
here, now.
One foot at a time.
(On our better days, forward.)

cannot reach the far shore
without drowning.

Somehow I don’t go under.
The person to my right
holds me up.
Something I cannot see
holds him up.

Blessed is the Source of Help
so often unexpected.
I step forward.
The sea is vast.

Blessed are You, Gracious One, for your miracles that greet us every day.

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