Without a word The Friend beckoned,
Come with me.
We stepped into the row boat
As I took the oars to row, he said,
He felt my discomfort at not rowing.
Was it the lack of control or
Lack of pulling my own weight
That caused the discomfort?
My Friend, without a word beckoned
I’ve got this. I’ve got you.
You can even lay back and nap if you want.
When you wake I will still be here and
I will still have the oars, rowing
Rowing you to a better place.
A place you haven’t been able to imagine.
Let go of your measly imaginings and
Imagine for you.
He saw me wonder,
If I go to sleep I may dream of taking the oars
And take myself back to that scary place,
That place of lack, that place of worry.
“Don’t worry,” He said, “I will still have the oars when you wake.
All your dreams will not effect my rowing
You to a better place.”
As I relaxed I noticed
The sea was glossy still, picture perfect peace.
Dolphins gently came up to the boat
As if they were dogs wanting to be pet.
Even sharks came up, docile and friendly.
What a world He is rowing me into!
He saw my wonder at the beauty around me
“Soon,” He said, “Even your dreams will change
To be as peaceful and safe and loving as mine.
But for now
Row you in these peaceful waters
Love you in the way I always have.”
And so I sit in The Friend’s boat
While he rows
Sitting back, trying to get used to the idea
That God helps those who don’t help themselves.