Can a buoy abide?
Fixed to hazards that depths do hide.
In drought and tempest called to guide.
Placed by wisdom and those that cried.
Mercy's tensile cuts the ocean wide.
Resting in the anchor, tossed and dancing in the tide.
A sentinel for singing. Never drowning never dry.
- B.Oaks
“When the waters saw you, O God, when the waters saw you, they were afraid; indeed, the deep trembled. The clouds poured out water; the skies gave forth thunder; your arrows flashed on every side. The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind; your lightnings lighted up the world; the earth trembled and shook. Your way was through the sea, your path through the great waters; yet your footprints were unseen.”
Our work is to sing and dance for the mercies that sustain us.