His dreams were big
Profuse visions
Filled with joy and glory
expanding into consciousness sublime
• • •
As if on cue, his foot stepped out
with determination and faith
Though his eyes perceived
but a thin rope on which to tread
Thus, he boarded
the escalator to potential
Mesmerized by belief
yet flying on fledgling wings
in alchemist’s soup
The Truth – the Light shone forth
in brilliant anticipation
of faithful flight
Propped by miracles
life’s appearance magical
Then every moment
unfolds with great aplomb
Or not…
Balanced on the brink
of Epiphany
Filled with a knowing
that All is well
There arises a tapestry
a cacophony of voices
Urging and cheering
badgering and jeering
actions conflicting
It’s almost as if they are all right
For any movement, in faith
will spark a light
