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5 Oct 2021

I stand and watch them come,
one following the other in
steady formation. Approaching shore
they compress, lacking depth
they grow in height, lacking continuity
they curl back on themselves
and suck the sand from under my feet.

“When the foundations are destroyed
what shall the righteous do?” Lose your footing
to the pounding surf or seek its depth? In those depths
there is no foundation, no place
to set your feet, only the power of baptism,
either the waters of death or the womb
or both. “I seek your depth.”

Quotation marks indicate text from Psalm 11:3 and a poem by Karol Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II), “Easter Vigil 1966.”