My heart is a fish that has leapt out of the pond of my being,

it flies through the shocking air;

brightly, then balanced, and finally falling.

What sand, on the shore of your being?

Praying for the lapping tide of your grace:

I am a heart
am I brave enough?
You are an ocean
are you swell enough?

save from thinking dry,
bring in without calm
into your ocean;

I am a fish
am I alive enough?
You are a being
are you calm enough?

save from slow breath,
bring in with care
into your being.