Grundsatz

Faith’s anchor weighs deep beyond

the wet-wave ripple-foam

world of time and touch, past which

guesswork and the sage share

shrugs of incomprehension.

Yet heart-fingers clutching

the anchor’s tether tremble

at its throb, its bounce, the

nexus of significance,

suggesting the anchor

has scraped the abysmal sand,

the fundament, grundsatz—

the heart of God. Along that

tether, gentle tugs, like

currents animating nerves,

pass, from abyss to sea

and sea back down to abyss,

the pith of which is hope

to hearts in open water.