Published in Lifeline Magazine July 2019
Broad Highway
Narrow path,
Narrow steps.
Tight rope strung
between mountain peaks
formed by stories,
wrapped in drama,
about a life lived
over done.
Suspended,
I balanced.
Righteous,
I clung
to air
no longer
filled with oxygen.
Between two peaks
I paused
forgetting which way
to go next.
Liminal space
Gave way to Grace
when she said
“Leap, but not yet.”
And I said,
“OK.”
She said,
“Would you let me catch you?”
I said,
“Why?”
She said,
“Because you are beloved.”
And I laughed.
Me?
Beloved?
Resentments as deep
As the gorge below.
Fears so many
They strangled my soul.
She whispered,
“There’s room enough
Within these clouds,
Upon this wind,
To let them go.
One breath
One truth
At a time.“
Between two peaks
the narrow path,
the loosening rope
began to unravel
thread by thread.
Weary,
my heart heard Grace again.
“I’ve still got you.
Always have.
Always will.”
Powerless and lost,
I surrendered to the wind
the story of the mountains I built,
the truth of the narrow path I braved
until I couldn’t walk it anymore.
“Leap now!“ Grace said.
“Wide arms wait
to catch you,
to carry you,
until your feet stand strong
and your back feels the weight
of your world lifted off.
Hand in hand
I’ll walk with you along
the broad highway
where there’s air to breathe.
With me,
you’ll never
walk alone again.”
Lighter,
I leapt landing
Grounded by Grace,
I felt alive
For the first time
In a long time,
Eager to live out
My days.
One breath,
One step,
One day,
At a time.
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