Go down, step off
into the deep waters
they say…at least
they used to say.
Now we skip our
minds along the surface
hoping never to sink
into the unknown.
But is in the depths
where stillness sits
under the pressure of
context and history.
God holds my breath,
from beginning to end.
Every fear of drowning
exhaled to His lungs.
How I long to go down
Again and again–
each dive extended
in His presence.
Gerald the Writer 
This is beautiful.
Barb Szopinski
You are too!
Peter stepped out of the boat, but I don’t picture him skipping oar dancing on the water. Too much reticence to give way to exuberance.