Poem January 31, 1953 ISSUE

SALVATION

Matthew 14:24-33

E. Lyndon Fairweather

It does not satisfy my needy stateThat Christ should walk the stormy seas this night:I wonder not. nor doubt, that Spirit's mightShould hold His well-loved Son inviolate.But I must walk with him: I must step outFrom matter's frail and vulnerable shellThat seems my sole defense against the swellAnd boisterous winds that compass me about.I too must claim my sonship, know the thrillAnd buoyancy of God's uplifting grace.Laugh at the stinging spindrift in my face.Glimpse in the dark the brightness of His will.Christ is no cold abstraction, nor a rareAnd spectral far perfection; here at handChrist wakes our sluggard thought to understandThe joy of Love's dominion everywhere.I, even I, through God, must banish fears,Cast out the suffering demons of belief,Stir sad dead hopes from sepulchers of grief,Restore with beauty mankind's wasted years.Mine the majestic, calm authorityTo still the restless waves with heavenly power:I must call wealth from dearth, and from the hourOf dark defeat wrest final victory.

E. Lyndon Fairweather

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