by Gideon Burton
after Mark 9:24 ("Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.")
If once upon more lonely shores I stood
in reticence before the puzzling wreck
of elements and time, of breath and blood,
uncertain what to fear or to expect --
No longer, Lord, though darker raging seas
push up their acid tides, press down their might
and trembling earthquakes drop me to my knees;
or salty winds and sands shred dimming light.
For I have seen the clean serenity,
and I have heard the calming spacious spread
of deeper peace ring through eternity
and animate what in me I thought dead.
Unfinished, my belief, and sapling weak;
upheld by Him whom I am sure to seek.
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