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.