All is well on the Sea

They toiled in the sea.

Heads bent.

Sweat trickling. 

Lungs aching.

Rowing. 

Forever rowing.

If only to reach the land.

Then the cry of one at a sight.

That of something moving upon the surface of the water.

Advancing towards them.

"A spirit."

Fear shivered.

Terror chocked.

Defenselessness mocked.

Nothing to save.

No hope for the stable.

Grasping for the rational.

Then a voice,

Known so well.

"Be of good cheer! 

"It is I.

"Be not afraid."

A collective gasp of relief.

Terror and panic melting.

The thing they feared the most was but the Master.

The storm, a gift of mercy.

The tumult, a touch of grace.

The fear, unfounded.

It was only Christ.

And all was well on the sea.