| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Invocation | | By Florence Kilpatrick Mixter |
| | | TONIGHT in sleep there came to me | |
| A dream where Christ walked on the sea; | |
| And, shipwrecked, I called out, to hear | |
| His quiet answer, “I am near.” | |
| But when the waves had risen high | 5 |
| I doubted—till I heard him cry: | |
| “Come take my hand, beloved one— | |
| The long and lonely night is done. | |
| Fear not! and you shall walk with me, | |
| As Peter walked, upon the sea.” | 10 |
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| Who was it called? The night is slow | |
| To answer; but awake I know | |
| The clutching terror of the heart | |
| That feels the weed-choked waters part, | |
| And, drowning, rears a Christ who stands | 15 |
| With dim-remembered outstretched hands. | |
| Who knows if Peter’s Christ is mine? | |
| Like Peter, now, I ask a sign … | |
| If Christ still walks upon the sea— | |
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| How calm is dawn on Galilee! | 20 | | | |
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