When God tells you to simply

trust…

it’s not the fear of falling through the skies

with Him beside that makes you

gasp.

It’s feeling that your parachute

is wobbly on your back.

Jump,

hoping against instinct

flight instructors understand.

Land

in horrified joy,

never to leap from heights again.

Trust…

as white mountains flash

by the window…

gasp,

that sea of blue.

Hold your breath:

jump.