Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”
Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
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Beneath high pensive noon
She wonders where to wander aft and soon:
She dithers cold and bright
Furthest from that bleaching night:
She pale, astride the moon.
When comes the dallying day
From yawning quake and ambling way:
So marks the quince and queer
Not stretching far for fear:
M’Lady Sin on boat and quickening quay.
Beloved such and so, afright
Of any sum that showeth Godly might:
‘Tis empty still, and lusting craves
That even there corrupteth waves
She queen, and beauty’s blessèd light.
Up she, as queen and land
Marching through a foggish man’d
By men as called it earth
And filled with dusty mirth:
No sooner than our lives abroad in sand.
What sin! what crown is shook
From sons its slaves their matter took!
They named it Good
And there it stood
Upon the washed up nape of Brook.
Oh! Sister’s son, and brother, too!
I am the better of the both of you:
You wily break
For my better’s sake:
M’Lady Sin maketh all things new.