These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Wave Sleeper, The Wave Walker

Oh, who can rest in boist'rous waves
assaying our demise.
The One Lone God in Power saves,
and keeps us as His Prize.

But watch Him sleep as the rudder reels,
and threatens to break off,
yet presently awake He deals
with dark clouds borne aloft.

"Shalom. These men belong to me.
Return to glass and sun.
Permission is not given thee
to wrestle for your fun."

"Who is this man?" Astonied men
are staggered by their thoughts.
"He speaks the word and lately wins
as the storm like students taught."

The waves now stilled, the dark dispersed,
the mariners at peace.
Th'experience leads to knowledge thirst
as struggles quickly cease.

Another day He went to pray
upon a mountain near,
but when the light had ebbed away,
He passed this night so dear.

His students fared not good, nor great,
but roiling in the soup,
He seemed as though He waited late
for nearly broke the sloop.

Compassioned heart He came to them
a-walking on the waves.
Not knowing that He need not swim,
they were now Fear's best slaves.

"Fear not," he quoth, "Your Lord is here.
I am. So, know you, joy.
The storm's a test. Receive good cheer.
Now, faith you must employ."

"Oh, Lord, I'd come to you alone,"
spoke Peter from the heart.
"Then, come," and Peter's faith was shown
at the walk on the water's start.

The boisterous waves made him afraid.
His sinking was begun.
Yet, just as soon his Lord was bade,
quick-lifted by the Son.

"Oh, Little Faith, why did you doubt?"
No answer was returned.
They entered the ship, the end of their route,
and peace from Him they learned.

Great words they offered Him right there.
Astonishment galore.
"Thou art the Son of God," we swear,
and worshipped they The Door.

These days are blowing 'gainst our soul,
but Jesus is The Way.
Just trust His Heart. You're fully whole.
The waves must Him obey.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 28th, 2020