and to claim victories and to find ourselves receding
into the vast and dark treeline of what has gone before us.
we embrace and love and dance and then careen out of order
into chaos
into fear.
we love it and support it and endure it and find ourselves whole
through it.
we fight with everything to hold on and then rip at our fingers to let go
because it
burns
at the touch.
and i am reaching for the pull chord of this parachute of unease and release.
because the wind is raging and i am falling
no
plummeting and dying.
and the ground is getting closer and reaching out its arms
with shrill whispers
come closer and we will tell secrets
and laugh laughs
and dream dreams.
and in its allure i feel the staunch and sobering reminder
that this place has nothing for me,
not in this manner...
i will fall back into the arms of grace and peace
because in the uncertainty of the moment this floating in limbo is all i have
it's all i need.
this quenches fear.
this invites life and it reassures that contrary to popular belief
ALL IS NOT WRONG IN THE WORLD!!!!
and i hold, not in control,
but not afraid!
not in the way, but defining the purpose of such simple strokes of grace.
and i float into Your loving arms.
into Your everlasting arms.
into Your grace.
