Saturday, March 24, 2018

The Place

Here you must take your stand
Here on the edge of things.
Only when you step out
Will you discover wings.

Here, where the fear is strong
And leaden feet so slow,
Here is where you belong,
Here is where you will grow.

Walk where the monsters live
Till you learn lions have chains:
Stripped by a bitter wind,
Facing your primal pains.

And, though you fall apart,
Even this – do not fear,
For there are hands of love
Waiting to hold you here.

Love, beyond measure vast,
Calling you on to fly:
For you shall fully live
When you have learned to die.

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