INKY BLACK WATERS
The wake of the cruise ship was
words written, line after line,
words on the waters - in a
language I could not understand.
I stood there and tried and tried
to read what was said there on
the black waters of the Black Sea.
They were disappearing as we
sailed on and on and on. How
I wished these words became flesh
and there was Jesus walking and
talking on the waters once again.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015
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