Mark 6: 45-52 Jesus Walks On Water

I see the feet above me. I have seen human feet before, but they have been different. Splashing on the edges of the world, where the water becomes so thin it is hard to breathe, great trunks moving through the water. Sometimes a hand reaches down and takes a fish. We never see it again.
Other times we see human feet on a drowned man. They cannot survive in this world, they come down from the heavens above us where they live and gasp, choke, turn blue and mottled. After a while they fall to the bottom. Then they are eaten. A gift from the heavens to us, perhaps. So the sight of a human foot was not a surprise to me. But what was surprising was how strong and soft it was. A child’s foot is soft, if you nibble at it it feels like seaweed. A man’s foot is hard and calloused. It is like eating mollusc shells.
But this foot walked across the water, stronger than any man I had ever seen, and yet I saw it was soft and white like a child’s. And I wondered how tender that man was, whether he had ever truly stepped on the hard ground of the heavens where humans live, or whether he came from somewhere else entirely. But that was impossible, of course, because there are only two worlds, heaven of the humans, and the real world, the ocean one.
I was puzzled by him. Not frightened, puzzled. He was only there for a few moments, you see, he ran across the water and climbed into the boat. There, from heaven, we heard his friends shouting. They seemed afraid, although I could not imagine why. No reason to be afraid of any creature with such pale tender feet. All a great mystery. I never saw it’s like again. And the fact that he strode across the sky of our world without falling in? Yes, now you ask, that puzzled me too.