Poetry / returning waters

returning waters

i am no rock, but an ocean wave,
my life not the steady solid of stone
but the back and forth ebbing of waters unsure,
pulled to your coasts and back again
by clashing tides of faith and doubt.

i am the prodigal, the thomas, the eve
and though there are some who have walked upon water
i haven’t the power to ward away doubt-
only enough to return to your banks.

still, though i won’t claim the faith of the rock
that unwaveringly shouts your word from the shore
it is with the truest and most humble strength
that i crash to the sands once again, on my knees.

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