I watched for awhile, a young man at
work in the shadow of Mickiewicz Square.
He was walking a tightrope,
suspended above the grass-covered park
with the opera-house fountain in the background
and I thought...How hard it is to
be "in between"
In between where we have been and
where we wish to go.
A thought.
(A step)
A hope.
(Another step)
A dream.
(Another step)
A hunger.
(One more step)
A prayer.
Just one foot following another...it
sounds so simple.
Right heel in front of left toe.
Left heel in front of right toe.
But with each step,
the further we move away from home, or
comfort....
That distance which separates us from
anyone or anything in front of us, that may give us security,
S E E M S T O G R O W
Along with fear.
.....and
questions
.....and negative self-perception
....until all of the GRACE-sufficiency
that stilled our heart,
hangs on the tightrope
by its
fingertips.
I have watched as others who are closer
to where they wish to be
Than the place they
left behind, give up the journey.
Their shoulders sag,
eyes empty;
they return to that place familiar, but faith-less.
Lord,
Grant us eyes to see the
destination
ears
to hear your voice beyond our fears
a
heart to sense the peace of your presence
the
will to follow one step at a time....
But,
most of all, when we feel paralyzed in that place in
between
Help
us to move away from the image of:
who we have been
that we
may make firm-footed steps,
toward who you believe we can become...
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