Longing for joy, activity, companionship,
Yet hesitant to participate,
I sit at the edge of life—and wait.
Assured of safety by obedience to rules,
A sky diver steps eagerly into space
Expecting uninhibited free fall—
Then, why should I, seeking a more spiritual freedom,
And trusting a higher law to uphold,
Give time to thoughts of failure?
The dream of death cannot separate
Man from Life—
And I can prove it—now!
The forlorn baggage of fear and doubt
Must be put down to free my hand
For grasping His.
Grasp it!
Go!
What's this I sense? No falling?
No tug of gravity? No short-lived joy?
No thud? No fading thrill?
I soar instead on wings unwearied.
Held effortlessly aloft by those healing currents
That indicate the presence of omnipotence.
Uplifted, I feel the exhilaration of doing, being,
And the fullness of Life's presence, never really lost,
Touches all, and is known again.
