A prayer for the absence of miracles

Swimming as an act of faith:

Faith in the friendliness of the great lake,
doorway to the deep-
seated sediment of creation;

Faith in the body to carry its cargo through the waves,
inspired by the brooding, hovering breath of the beginning;

Faith, first and last, that the Creator will not,
for pity’s sake,
suspend for a moment, in answer to a prayer,
the cry for a miracle,
the order of creation, letting loose
chaos to overwhelm me.

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