When continents crack beneath your feet,

and the rivers between them rise coldly,

soaking and clawing it’s way up to your heart,

threatening to drown you, freeze your very blood.

No, don’t worry. 



When the ball room stops at stares as you enter,

a caldron of laughter following you as you leave.

Or when worries at night come to haunt you,

chasing you like masked horseman into day.

No, don’t worry.



Try to walk on, hope and hold your head high.

Strain your eyes through the troubled mist,

wipe the childish tears and runny nose,

swallow the lump in your throat, quell the inner storm.

No, don’t worry.



You listen well, you always have.

But you slip into your human spirit, and look,

you’re sinking now, all faith has deserted you.

A voice rings out to distant horizons of your soul,

‘No! Don’t worry!’



But stop- don’t let your anger win this time.

I tell you dear one, I’ll never leave you in empty places.

That if you see above your human faith in bad,

and know my higher faith, my stronger will in good



That when you did not look down,

that when you did not worry, child--



You were walking on water.