“that same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake.”
– matthew‬ 13:1

might i steal a moment
before the crowds encircle and enclose

sit with me
no need for stealing
all i have
are moments
for you and with you

ancient lava flows
solidified over centuries
smoothed by the gentle
washing of wave upon wave
form shoreline seats

he had escaped the house
tested, accused, and questioned
to sit by the sea

could have
easily missed
the moment
as my soul has been
caught up in chasing after
words and wonderings

and yet i am
surprisingly reluctant
to draw near
not stoicism
just a distance
birthed between us

we need not words today
come close
as he pulls me
gently alongside

he simply looks out
at the canvas of blue
this sea he laid out
at the beginning of time
this moment with the Word
but having no words

the water weaving its way
again and again
through the rocky shore
a reminder of his constantcy
so subtly my soul slows
finding its breath in
sea’s rising and receding

i am
simply
here
before the crowds
before the work
before the worries of the day

i resist the urge
to ask more questions

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired Aug 2026

by the lake

enough