Of Galilee

A long walk takes me here:

 

To a chair.

Four legs,

Standing still,

Facing the sea,

Of Galilee.

 

It’s hard to mark the time,

When the sun hangs this way.

When the sun stays stagnant.

It does not rise,

It does not set.

 

Stand still.

Mark the time,

Eternal.

 

Jesus scorned this land,

And that is what is beautiful.

 

We walk across these waters,

Sweet sips,

Sweet steps.

 

Four legs walk across these waters,

And the chair stands still.

It forever standing,

We forever walking,

And in this timeless land,

Forever sun and water and earth.

Author's Note

This I actually put some revisions into. I don’t know exactly what I think. I am trying to describe a situation that I know is indescribably perfect: a moment of clarity, the understanding of history and its interaction with the present, a moment of pure beauty. I looked before me and saw perfect natural beauty that has been almost the same for millennia. The only thing that I saw that Jesus wouldn’t see was a bright yellow plastic chair facing the Sea (of Galilee). Two legs, four legs, a sun that doesn’t set, and seashells under my feet. I don’t know what to say. If you can in anyway help me find what I am trying to say, that would be welcomed and hugely appreciated. If you can see what I am trying to say please tell me that too. Thanks for reading, thanks for reviewing. You guys are AMAZING.
-Alice

Reviews

[Amy Vaughn]

I like it. It's beautiful. I just didn't particularly understand the Jesus reference, though I probably should.

"To a chair.
Four legs,
Standing still,
Facing the sea,
Of Galilee."

My favorite line.