Friday, September 13, 2013

September 5, 2013


I stood on the short, narrow deck,
with all the times I chickened out.
The time I refused to ride on the fire truck
at my big sister’s eighth birthday.
When I watched everyone else water-ski.
All the occasions I avoided the ocean.
I believed the guide.
The cable would hold.
I stepped out into thin air.
Faith is like that.

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