Should I wait for the Lord in hope,
Or wilt in a sulk, withering?
Should I splash my face with gloom,
Or smile back at blue winking stars?
Should I doubt my Father’s faithfulness
Or say, He wavered from His word?
If I can’t trust Him for what He is,
But sink in my swinging mood;
If doubts veil my faith’s eye; it fails,
I can’t see beyond the nose;
Then His promise will sweep as wind,
Rasping through my ear canal.
Like a duck, I ride on sea’s surface
To the duple rhythm of ebb and flow.
Through the crest and trough, I’m urged by
The tender nudge of an invisible hand–
A wind, whispering as by One who knows
The end, saying, I’ll take you there.
I’ll take you there, you lovely particle,
A flake in the wind; a leaf being pruned
In the Branch, sifted by the storm.
Trust a soft landing on a quilted bed,
For a rest, waiting the next stirring–
A swirl to a future and a hope.
Life without faith’s an empty gong,
Sounding doubts and fears, echoing
Ceaseless groans that grate the heart
With anxious tension I easily
Could drown in the day’s frantic toil,
When in Christ, I’m a sea duck.
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi.