On water, come to me, come on the water
And find me in the waiting mystery,
In storm’s impossible roughness that ought
To drown and down. Come step upon the reeling,
Rumbling sea. On water, come to me.
Fourth watch!—Oh look! We’re furlongs from the land!
The dimness of the early dawn reveals
A boil of wind-whipped doubt, fear’s wildest, grandest
Ghost.
Is it you?
My Lord, are you a ghost?
Take heart, I’m truly here. On water, come!
Find feet of faith, step out with trusting toes,
Dismiss uncertainty, believe in someone
Walking upon the sea with coming calm,
With catching hands, with carried saving song.