“Row,” You say.
I freeze, my feet at the tip of the plank.
The wind howls around me,
Sending sprays of icy waves pouring over me.
I strain to hear, “Lord, is that You?”
“Row,” You say.
The boat is rocking,
My beautiful, comforting home is half-submerged.
I have finally gained the courage--
I’m jumping, Lord,”
I cry into the wind and wait for
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