Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Deep blue sea
A visionary.
A vision is scary.
What's scarier is getting off that fat ass to get something done.
If this is what I've been wanting all my life, why do I get all jittery?
The water's so near but so dangerous...
"Lord, if it's you, tell me to come to you on the water."
He spoke, not once but twice.
The voice was faint, the message's clear.
Is this a figment of my imagination?
I want to believe...
But the water is cold, the wind is chilly, the night is dark.
Then again, what do I have to lose, really?
I put a foot out and grazed the water, my heart beating at abnormal speeds.
Then, I remembered and retreated my foot immediately.
I don't want to sink.
I don't want to be soaking wet.
I don't want to be the fool. Like him.
But the call is too overwhelming to ignore.
So I said a prayer, took a deep breath and stepped out of the boat...
Posted by Jo at 10:31 AM
