Faith and Fear On the Trapeze
Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar full of potential
we wish to air dive, then clutch-catch that swing.
Here comes, now nears, the free bar
we thoroughly want to grab,
but fear paralyzes all dreams we have.
We tell ourselves what convinces ourselves
to stay put, we count the reasons we should:
"there’s no way it could work out;
I’ve got no chance of winning;
I'm too fat and old for website dating;
I’m so skinny they won’t want me playing;
My problems would turn others against me;
Not with my ills and sore back;
Naw, I do not deserve more."
A lone angel tends God’s blessing warehouse,
dusting boxed blessings that bear people’s names -
those whose faith so lacked it blocked blessings gains.
Father promised abundance,
yet we clutch less as our best.
Select Strand V
October 11, 2018
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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