I love, love, love, what the Above Love does,
Upon us, ever longing of Above Love’s Love.
I panic on a regular basis.
Take my hand. I don’t want to fall. Can I even trust one more step?
Are there any guarantees the ground before me won’t just crumble?
Life is a terrible dream. You’re half asleep, so all your surroundings are faded. Nothing more than ten feet away from you has any real shape or form. You have no real grasp of what is outside of your direct reach. You stand on flat ground, but the sensation of being off balance is tearing apart your insides, like the slightest nudge will send you collapsing to the ground. You have one hand reaching behind you, holding onto all that is stable. Yet, because it is your dream, they too are invisible, for you cannot turn around. You look at your feet, they are all you can see. The ground beneath them appears distant. Your knees are shaking, you’re sweating, everything is dark. Voices around you plead. One step. Just take one more step. Like every other day in your chaotic life, you feel like a child in their first attempt at something new.
Take my hand. I don’t want to fall. Can even I trust one more step?
Blood stops short of your hand, as you clench what rests behind you. Raising one foot, trembling off the ground, you extend a leg in front of you. For just an instant the ground disappears, your eyes roll back, consciousness subsides. The foot plummets a short distance below you, onto solid ground. You regain momentary strength, but it’s short lived. Everything is still black before you, and your heart still throbs within. Your back foot unknowingly catches up to your newly found location, and the battle continues once again, never looking back.
Take my hand. I never want to fall. How can I trust even one more step?
The ground you stand on quakes. Bits and pieces of the stone you rest on fall through the surface around you. A gaping black hole appears beneath you, as all you’ve known to exist, falls away. Your arms and legs go numb, as the ground disappears. The darkness engulfs everything around you, until nothing remains but your feet themselves, standing on thing air. Complete fear and agony overtake you, as the nothingness you have known for all this time, breaks your heart.
For a moment.
Gravity pulls you through the dark. Your arm still reaching behind you. You’re falling. Nothing can slow you down. Nothing can be seen. Your heart, your soul, your entire being, cries out at the dark.
Let me Go!
Behind you, from where you cannot see, you hear voices.
Take my hand. You will not fall. Take just ONE more step.
Watch, with me, the birds. Can they see the air? The very ground they walk on. Can they see it? A flap of the wings, lift off.
What if we could fly?
Would you believe me if I told you; we are already flying..?
Each day is a flap of our wings, showing off to the world around us, and those in it. We look to the air beneath us and smile, as if to say:
Are you seeing what I am capable of?!
I can fly. Each day, if I choose to, I soar.
We cannot see what gives us lift, and it may be a lifetime before we do.
Regardless, As a bird does not see the empty space beneath its wings.
We cannot see tomorrow.
But a bird takes off through thin air..
Can we, together, feel the wind?