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.)
Alone
I
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.
