I am looking down the side of my boat. Water is crashing against the side of it. I
am safe from the swelling sea, but I am not sure I will be in the next few
moments. Something deep inside of me seems to be resonating with the very soul of
the ocean, making me feel it would be safer outside of the boat in the raging
waters. But that would be madness.
The boat is rocking violently back and forth. I can understand now why it is
described as being tossed. I look out over the sea into the storm. This is a bad
storm and it seems like it will only get worse. Again I feel that escaping the boat
into the ocean is the thing to do.
I make myself stand on the firm ground of the boat and peer out into the madness.
Someone is walking towards me. Ha, now I know it is madness. Leaving the boat for
the water, its like leaving a nest during a hurricane. I am not going to do it. I've decided.
But there it--he--is again. Walking. I can barely stand because of the wind and
waves but he walks. It is as if he is from the depths of the water, where it is
cool and dark and quiet.
The boat gives a sudden jolt and nearly tips over. I am knocked down to my knees.
Something, I am not sure what, slams me in the back of the head. Its not as safe as
I thought in this boat. Safer than out there, but not as safe as I thought.
As I am pulling myself up I am hit with the same feeling that the deep soul of the
ocean is calling me. The terrible power shown on the surface of the water seems to
shrink when this deepness calls. Its strange but more comforting than the boat.
My eyes try to find the mysterious man. It isnt hard because he is still walking
straight towards me. He is with in calling distance, so I yell.
Wasnt much of a yell. He just looks at me.
I see his eyes are flashes, like flashes of fire that the water cannot quench. He
is walking and the waves cant rush over him.
Safety is no longer a concern. Now I am begging for the ocean to call to me again
so that I can join the man on the water. The wind and the storm had become the
backdrop and he is larger than life itself. Everything in me, the very depths of
me, wait for the deep to call.
"Get out and join me" When he opens his mouth, his voice thunders like thousands of
waterfalls, the foundations miles under the water seem to shake. the winds roar and
whip at my face and lightnings hit the water around the boat, but I am calm. I walk
to the side of the boat and look down the side of it. Water is crashing against the
side of it. My leg swings over. Now my other leg. I am sitting on the side of the
boat now.
His eyes flash and it burns my eyes. The fire seems to rush down my body consuming
the insides of me. My heart is burning a hole in my chest and the water can't
quench it. I drop down onto the water. Solid. Water is crashing around me, but I am
standing, it cant rush over me. I look and He beckons me to follow. He points into
the horizon.
There is a boat.
