I’m not afraid of the boat
Maybe it’s the water
I’m not afraid of the water
Maybe it’s the depth
I’m not afraid of the depth
Maybe it’s the dying
I’m not afraid of dying
Could it be the living?
Dversepoets.com The word is boats. I rarely go in one, although I did this summer on a pond with my daughter and her boyfriend. I wore the life jacket about 4 hours before I admitted I was safe without one.
So I thought about the disciples of Jesus in the storm and their fear. I wondered why would they be afraid, weren’t they used to wind and waves? It was their livelihood. And Jesus was sleeping on the boat.
I don’t swim, therefore I don’t do boats. I love the water though. What is it we are afraid of?
Here my daughter would say, “Mom, you’re philosophizing again. Just write the poem.”