different strands reach for us
ever since my dad’s abrupt death,
I have felt the chasm
just to the side of where I walk:
the cusp between moving forward, surely,
and an ending pulling me down into its emptiness,
the benefit to me of realizing
that way different strands reach for me from the future
is that I can savor the moments while each is still available to me,
the loss I can feel
is when I fear to live the moment,
to take the step, to risk the fall,
to let my fears of how I might stumble
keep me away from the edge
where glory reveals herself.
by Henry H. Walker
July 31, ‘17
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