like a runaway bull aiming for me
doubt hovers over me, ominous,
assuring me of the certain onset
of my demise should I not cower,
should I step outside the comfort zone,
fragile as even that may be.
But safety is not safe so long as I hear
that nagging, niggling voice urging me
to that commitment I gave, that promise,
that offer I made of myself as tool
or building block or publicist — whatever!
It's better to try to stave off fear, standing — exposed —
in the face of a charging bull
than to renege on my offer of self to God.
No comments:
Post a Comment