On the Water

I stepped out onto the water
The green leaves in the bay rustled to the tune carried on the wind
I looked out into the expanse of grey and dark blue
Tried to see below the surface there
But its face was too perplexed
Curious about this figure that peered into its depth
Nothing.
I saw nothing there.
This deep mysterious expanse of nothing.
I thought I would find redemption there
But I found instead that redemption is not something you can find
It is something to be received
It is grace poured out
I cannot find it within me
I cannot find it standing by the sea