the walls of water float high both sides
since you are able to part the sea,
but still i stand with shaking hands
legs that tremble, heart that pounds

and honestly all i want 
is to retreat

because while i know this feat is yours,
One-who-can-part-the-waves,
these particular water walls 
loom especially high.

and though i see the path between 
is clear and even dry, this route 
requires significant trust that you 
will get me to the other side.

this path—beyond my ability
well past my own strength
into places i have never been
environments that i do not know.

yet, like moses, so terribly long ago
i hold my breath 
and inch one step
by one step 
forward at a time,
bordering on terrified

and remind myself of times past 
there has only been you and me,
and how amazingly free 
that space can be 

where i must just trust you

and while i tremble still 
i take a step of faith
—and walk between
the towering waves.

heather pound 2025

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