You could spend your whole life
not wanting to cross any major streets for fear of being hit,
not even read fairy tales
because in those pages, there is always death
in a mole, on a witch,
in her jealousy,
a potential curse brewing,
seething, bubbling up.
I know someone
who never makes any left turns,
i am not just being metaphorical.
Can you imagine
your commute to work, a road trip,
your whole life
accrued in miles with only rights.
You could avoid trains
because you could get a sleeve or an arm in those fast shutting doors
hear news that someone
You could fear
being a widow and never marry
your true heart’s love
because it would someday
be too sad.
You could have worried yourself into a tizzy,
into a hospital in Jerusalem
because you heard old reports of terror.
You could back into a sticky web of anxiety
and never take that lovely petal-lined walk
down a tulle-trimmed aisle.
You would have chosen against beauty that day,
declined the family who also chose you that day,
bestowing you with
a silken kimono,
the someday children who would carry
their prayers, promises,
one left-hand turn
skinny-dip at night
into fear’s fuzzy wake,
like my daughter squealing as she threw last night’s obscenely cold bath water
all over her,
pouring it out in pitcher-fulls,
know it is okay
to both live
and make mistakes.
Rather, you can get hooked on falling into the arms of grace.
Knowing there is a warm bath towel and a happy ending
at the end,
on your pillow,
in the tuck-in and
When did you choose love & jumping-off? There is one traceable moment for me in Colorado (the summer I met my Love), where I literally chose to leap off a little cliff into the Colorado River, deciding faith over “what ifs”. “My life is in Your Hands”, I offered before flinging myself off of the ground.
Maybe your risks are Heath Crunch over vanilla, maybe BIG Faith, like calling off a wedding, stopping or starting medical treatment. Maybe it’s all big faith, Risk. Love. Life.
When did something in you change to say no to fear and yes to faith?