Poem of God and Diving into his heart

As Though on a Diving Board – A Poem

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.

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