Monday, April 13, 2015

Climb down

Climb down                                                                                           

Don’t worry, be happy
or, to put it another way –

climb down from the crow’s nest,
its queasy, exaggerated susceptibility

to every roll and sway.
Secure yourself below

the water line, go for broke,
all or nothing, ready to drown.

The head is a precarious perch,
a tiny bucket of fear

with a false perspective.
Climb down

into the heart, fearless heart;
rest in the ship’s deep, hollow, oak-ribbed hold.

O child of God, worry is a lack –
of heart-sense and faith in God.

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