Ready.. Set.. Go!

You must trust. 

That once, 

You have left, 

The familiar ground,

Below your feet.

That you will, 

Be carried. 

Upon gossamer wing.

Soaring high above, 

And beyond,

The chasm.

Unless this is,

Not what happens at all.

Sometimes. 

Subsequent to the launch,

There is a rather,

Undignified pratfall.

Faith.

Could be said then,

To not guarantee, 

or underwrite,

The proverbial, 

"Leap."

Perhaps. 

Rather than, 

Paralyzing fear.

Eyes fixed.

Upon, 

The fateful crash.

Or 

Tying the hands,

Of Creation.

With a rigid, 

Expectation.

Faith is. 

Trusting in.

Another.

 New beginning.

So. 

The leap. 

Can be made.

With no fear. 

Of the crash.

Or form of outcome. 

R. O'Neill (July 17, 2017)