Wednesday, August 22, 2018

an aquatic eucharist

there was a moment of doxology
in the swimming pool lane,
where I felt the freedom of receiving
from the God who gave me legs
the gift of movement—
and I would offer back to that same God
my gifts of fine, and growing finer—

That all I had I could call God's,
and could offer back to God what's God's

I believed, with faith deeper than a confidence,
That I could possess the joy of living
For this ultimately generous God.

In the thick of the finite swimming lane,
I knew that I would live there infinitely.

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