I cling to the log
rushing down the flooded
river. There is a waterfall
ahead. A sure death awaits,
yet I cling to the log,
afraid to let go and swim
to shore.
How often we cling to our
fear, to our old ways, even
when we clearly see they
do not serve us well.
Can I let go before I fall
into the abyss? Can you?
Amen. I have let go.
we must always react. Nothing arrives if we stay to wait
Great poem, Pat! It makes me thinking deeply. Thank you for sharing, you are one blessed soul.
Falling into the abyss
is entering the world of the unknown.
Yet what is the unknown but the absence of light?
What is the unknown but an intimate wearing a stranger’s mask?
Subhan Zein