Driving the Boat with Jesus
He does not say much, mostly he naps.
Once he pointed at a boat to starboard
to remind me of the rules of the road.
He never speaks in nautical terms,
rather, metaphor or a clever turn
of phrase tending to prelapsarian.
Sometimes with one hand he will pat the air
and that means I should slow down and relax.
He knows if I go too fast, I might relapse.
He doesn’t scold if I take my comfort
but says I’m better when I’m abstinent.
I have to admit, he is more than fair.
Lately I’ve stopped saying excuse me.
Instead, I just say thank you - a lot.
He sets our bearings without a chart
and he’s very good at untying knots.
I’ve learned boating with Jesus is an art.
He says he loves to be with me at sea.
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