Apparently fearless

Apparently fearless                                                                               
 
Rumi likened the soul to a bird’s beating wings,
propelled toward God by (love’s) expansion
 
and (fear’s) subsequent contraction;
a thrust and a recovery 
 
aimed toward the truth of its being;  
our ultimate approach apparently fearless –
 
wings stretched to their limit, braced
and unbending, our flight’s path and pattern
 
determined solely by the play of winds,  
beyond our efforts, desire and control.
 
O child of God, abandon fear and soar
into the holy, awaiting firmament.