Blue Galilee

by Gay Grimes

Bright sea,

whose sleepy depths

He more than knew,

whose raging heights

He overthrew,

where triumphantly He walked,

upon whom lovingly, He gazed—

I am like you.

He walks beside me like a friend,

just as His feet impressed the sand

along your breezy shore,

just as he stood and walked the waves

so far above your watery floor.

Great sea,

On wind-tossed Galilee,

my raging storms

He also stills.

Oh gentle sea,

blue Galilee,

my depths He knows,

my soul He fills.

Photo by Dale Kelly

Illustration by Cary Henrie