Wednesday, January 11, 2012


I find myself

in the pieces they let me see.  In the open spaces of courage.

How vulnerable I felt until you said the same thing.

About cleaning the floor and learning how to fall without wings.

I walked up the stairs but only because He carried me, set me down on the other side of stage fright.  My bridge over troubled water.


  1. How often I only walk up the stairs (or fill in the blank) because He carried me. Isn't He wonderful like that?

  2. I like these places you find yourself. Thank you for sharing them with us.