The trapeze swings out
and you have to let go.
In between can be a hard place,
meant to teach you to trust
in something more than your own mind.
The heart yearns to fly, to soar—
but you can’t remember
how to be free.
Always hanging on so tight, afraid of the ride:
risky, thrilling, a little dangerous.
A gift lies buried beneath it all.
Unwrap yourself from what you know,
breathe, and rise into the air,
into the deathless, exhilarating
moment of surrender.
Where love surrounds you, holds you,
and a net of blue light,
as big as your willingness to forgive,
waits—
with infinite patience.
E. Stuart