Image by Nestor Galina
And this is what I saw—
Leviathan leaping,
full length,
in radiant delight,
up from the dark depths of Mystery.
The night sky, clear;
the moon full,
casting its silver light across
the whale-fractured sea.
And then
she crashes, full length.
A million silver shards
dancing their holy glee.
As she
disappears again
into the dark, silent depths,
to soak in Thee.
Why then
pray like some dead fish
in this, God’s sea?
Dance, fly,
play, plunge.
That’s what prayer is meant to be.
chris neufeld-erdman, from December 31, 2008