Lent 3 - to be carried.

Looking out
toward the horizon,
I cannot even begin
to imagine its vastness
this churning ocean.
From land, I can glimpse
only the edge, the rumpled
surface. We want more--
of course-- we cannot
help it. This wanting
that will not cease
reminds us that we are still
alive, still human.
But there are instances
seeing the flickering flames
of the ocean rising to
meet the earth, when
the landscape is so alive
with color, with motion,
that you allow yourself
to be held by the moment
and you find yourself
daring to think, It is enough
to come to the edge of the 
known world, dreaming.
It is enough to watch the boats
be carried across the water.
It is enough
to be carried.