It’s been a couple of years now.
Time skips by too quickly.
We’ve been in our boats, waiting for Him.
Our arms are weary from paddling.
And then, we hear it, the still, small voice.
“Water, earth? What does it matter to me?
I formed it all together. Remember Peter?
We are partners, you and I.
Come on, it’s not really water, that’s just
what you call it. Step out of the boat.
Listen. Do you here them?
Those are the rocks praising my name.
They got tired of waiting.”