Every new day, as though on a diving board
I stare into God.
He calls me down with gravity
But fearful comfort keeps me
And I must choose to dive.
To strike the surface of His heart
With a gentle thunderclap
And sink to swirling depths
Through leagues of cashmere wool.
To breathe His mountain freedom air
And hear the lifesong of His pulse.
To land on luscious pastures green
And drink the waters of His stream
And close my eyes amid his glow
At rest, at last, my aching soul.
Only, again, to see the dawn
Suspended on a diving board
And compel myself to leap,
To fall into his vast embrace,
But fearful comfort keeps me.