Saturday, July 31, 2010

Walking the Tightrope

Sometimes it is easy...
having hope, walking by faith, trusting.
As it has been (remarkably so) this last week or two.
Counting everything grace, seeing miracles everywhere,
my world full of light and the load light as well.
Sunday was no exception.
I am feeling good - confident, and when I go to bed,
I drift off happy and grateful
to be at this place in the journey.
I sleep and I dream.

I am walking on a tightrope.

It is strong, thick rope, stretched between a faucet post and my front porch;
about 2 feet off the ground.
I am able to walk it with well-practiced assurance.
I know that if I fall, without a doubt
my foot will alight on solid ground.
I am smack in the middle when He says,
without any warning,
"Time to lift this thing higher"
and grabbing the rope lifts it well above His head.
I am suddenly thrust beyond my sure footing -
suspended now between a bending tree and the rooftop.
Nothing close for me to hold onto, solid ground looming far below.
I wobble, I am terrified, and I shout, "Don't let go of me!"
I have a sick feeling in my gut, I cannot breathe past the fear -
this is HIGH and I could get hurt.
I say it again,
with the urgency of Peter sinking outside the boat,
the man with the sick son no one can do anything for,
the woman dodging the crowd just to reach the hem of His cloak,
It's not a request - no manners on me at all.
I shout "Don't let go of me!"
My feet are curved and grasping for the strong cord
when I wake up.
In that moment I know
having hope, walking by faith, trusting
is like stepping out on that tightrope.
You have to have confidence in the rope!
Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the substance of things not seen...
~Hebrews 11:1
And that takes courage, not losing heart, Sacre Coeur.
I lay there in that thinly veiled place
and Iona's voices fill my mind

"Don't be afraid, My love is stronger,
my love is stronger than your fear.
Don't be afraid, my love is stronger
and I have promised, promised to be always near."

"She stepped onto the wire, and with the most intense pleasure,
 as she had always imagined it might be, she started to cross the sky."
~Mirette on the high wire

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