Jump

Image courtesy of rpdpod Photography

It’s a long way down.

And it’s not the fall, but the collision with the ground

that stops life in its tracks

with such

finality.

When You said ‘jump’,

I never asked how low I would go –

I was dreaming of soaring with eagles,

skimming cloudy surf,

orbits and stars.

But to jet to the moon,

I must take the fall,

risk everything,

trust that Your trajectory

will end at nothing less than You.

So

here I am –

I’m ready

to

jump…

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Wind, Hold Your Breath

Wind, hold your breath.

Waiting world

whispers,

tarrying,

lingering,

loitering leaves listening

for their name to be dropped,

their turn to free-fall.

No parachute needed,

just

melted resistance

and severed ties.

So wind,

hold your breath;

for this leap of faith

needs soft landing…