Both afraid and unafraid,
full of fury and stunned by fear,
he stood insecure
with no comfort, spending his day
in worry, fretting and wondering,
‘what will people say?’
From his platform in the sky, he looked down
on the maybes and what ifs,
and he heard the voice ask: ‘why?’
He closed his eyes and softly spoke,
The voice was soft and calm,
‘do as you wish,
not as others say,
this is your time,
your day is today.’
He moved closer to the edge.
His body was shaking,
his eyes crying,
his knees buckled as the voice kept saying,
‘to live you must die and die again
as you suffer pain of mind and body,
today is your time, now will never be again.’
As he stepped out from his comfort platform
into the abyss of reality he fell.
His body emptied itself, so sure it was
that he was bound for hell.
Down he went, just falling.
Falling away from and toward. But there was
more the voice had to say.
‘Again and again, for the rest of your life
you must step to the edge and jump
into your strife. Fear is your friend,
but let not worry be your master.
Jump, jump, and jump again.’
© Bill Reynolds 9/13/2018
Look both ways, all around, up and down.
Mind the gaps, but deal with them when you live into your question.