My Dad knew a bloke who could teach me to swim
My seven year self set off feeling grim
This whole new experience filled me with doubt
Nevertheless, togs and towel after school I set out.
The Port Canal was the place where we mustered
A small group of kids and a bloke where we clustered
He had a harness and a long bit of rope
One waited one’s turn ‘twixt dread and hope.
My turn came and I stood full of fear
“When I say ‘Now’ just jump off the pier.”
Counterphobic me, I failed to wait.
I jumped right in and encountered my fate.
The rope was slack and I sank right down
I spluttered and splashed thinking I might drown
The bloke hauled me in saying, “Too quick, young man,
Learn to trust directions if you possibly can.”
I read of Peter getting out of the boat
Walking on water! Better than afloat!
The Christ had summoned him, had called him ahead
Peter started out well, then sank full of dread.
Christ hauled him in asking “Where’s your trust?”
Your transformation means risks are a must.
Risks on your own are a pattern to avoid
Keep your focus on me and you’ll always be buoyed.”
(c) 2020 Dennis Ryle