faith

maybe faith looks like this

          l i s t e n

 
 
Let me fall
Let me climb
There’s a moment when fear and dreams must collide

Someone I am is waiting for courage
The one I want
The one I will become will catch me

So, let me fall
If I must fall
I won’t heed your warnings
I won’t hear them

All I ask
All I need
Let me open whichever door I might open

Let me fall
And if I fall
All the feelings may or may not die

I will dance so freely
Holding onto no one
You can hold me only if you too will fall
Away from all
These useless fears and chains

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Someone I am is waiting for courage
The one I want
The one I will become will catch me

So, let me fall
If I must fall
I won’t heed your warnings
I won’t hear them

Let me fall
If I fall
There’s no reason
To miss this one chance
This perfect moment
Just let me fall
 
 
Cirque du Soleil, Mathieu Lavoir, “Let Me Fall”

something wonderful for you to read is

the mumblery   (she doesn’t)   Heather Brittain
I would like to give you permission go see
 
 
 
 
 

how I learned to play the violin

 
 
it was the sounds.   sounds before the words.

it was her voice in the hollows inside the wood.

then it was a tree.   she grew.   grew into me.

she rested a hand on my shoulder.   like Sun does.

radiant gravity, it moved through limbs,
      came to rest in my hands.

               a violin.
 
 
then this, my remembering.   the tall steps

standing watch in front of an unlocked door.

that door where I sat and cried.   sad word here.

that was the where I learned about mass

like the tug of earth, or my own weight

onto the now broken new model balsa
     wood plane.   and I cried.
 
 
like when I learned standing atop a tricycle
to climb a tree, lets you meet gravity more
     personally.   wheels do what wheels do.
 
 
she held me inside a gentle bowl, whispering.
     her name was Francis.
but that was another day, another knee.
 
 
besides, we were talking about violins.