My child,
look up.
If you only
look down
at the stormy sea;
at the breaking waves;
at the foaming spray
then
you will never see
the hand;
My hand
held out to you
across the waters;
stretched out
in love;
there
for you to grasp;
to hold on to.
My hand
is ever there,
held out
to you.
It must be
your choice
whether or not
you take hold
but,
Ii you do,
it will so gladden
My heart.
I long for you
to trust Me more;
to reach out for Me more;
to hold on to Me
so that,
together,
we can walk
across the waters.
My child;
My children,
if you only
look down
at the stormy sea;
at the breaking waves;
at the foaming spray
then
you will never see
the vision
My vision
I have
for you.
And
where there is
no vision
the people perish.
So,
My child;
My children,
look up.
see My hand.
see My face.
see Me
and in that looking
you will gain
strength;
you will gain
knowledge;
you will gain
purpose.
Look up
and
take My hand.
I am so much bigger;
so much stronger;
so much more powerful
than the waters.
© Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.