So much to be done. So much to be said. So much to believe. It is enough. It is too much. It is not enough. It is more than the mind can encompass and She’s still got miles to go.
She’ll keep running. She’ll keep moving forward. She is only one of many. She is a voice, peaking out from a hidden corner. A whisper growing in the dark, “I’m here. Now what?”
Whisper she hears, “Forward and believe.”
Bright lights. Life sounds. Incredible movement flowing here, there, and everywhere. Create. Space. Space to create. The burden will not leave until it has spoken. Then sits she here or there in the silence – waiting, waiting, waiting with miles still to go.
Outer branches hide the heart flurries. No one sees the hidden depth. No danger here as far as they can see. She, in the shadow of the Wing, in the cleft of the Rock, is peaking from behind Him. “Is it okay to come out now?” Peaking still from hidden corners.
Whispers she hears. A song is sung that she’s heard over and over again. So much to be done. So much to be said. Still so much to be and miles to go and go and go. “Forward and believe,” says He.
Rustling leaves. Wind blows. Dead things fall. She is revealed. One eye opened, the other squinting in reflex while whispers she hears, “come out, come out. It’s okay.”
One step forward. Free falling. She is not afraid. Whirling and twirling in a fog of thoughts, out of bounds she is. Whispers she hears. Still His song, “stay with Me, stay. I’ll catch you.” Miles to go she knows, but He here to hold her up with so much to be done, in her heart’s it’s been said. She believes. He is enough.