Surviving the Sea of Galilee

the crowd amassed ‘round — HE gave orders to cast off who would follow HIM? “wherever YOU go,” a scribe attempts to follow HIM into the boat regrettably quick — for the SON OF MAN’s homeless and now rocks the boat overhearing, one decides he must go bury — he stalls the SAVIOR the writer pauses ‘would she make excuses too?” stops reading — ponders “come, follow ME,” says the ONE who walks on water, steps into the boat suddenly the sea shakes violently, pouring forth buckets of water unstable footing thunder and lightning spurs on tired hands, wrinkled brows in peace HE slept awoken not by the storm but by those afraid PEACE but stilled the storm afraid and amazed, they ask, “what kind of man is this?” 2/4/2018