Diving Board

I climbed the ladder with excitement
at first my hands quickly grasping
up and up
my feet following my gaze
at how high I was climbing.
Anticipation flowing through my veins.
But the higher I became
the more trust I lost.
Starring down from the diving board
at what seems a pool with no water
only concrete to crash into.
There is no way down,
for the ladder has disappeared.
Time is one of those things
which only runs one way
like the tires on a bicycle.
So here I stand looking down
quivering with fear
and yet in my ear there's Your voice
whispering to me to jump.
I can't jump and I can't not jump.
I'm stuck it seems.
Yet you remind me once more
what trust is really about
as I shuffle closer and closer to the edge
preparing for the worst
yet hoping for the best
and finally I walk clean off the edge
into the unknown.

Tears of the Season

I hear the promise
ringing in my heart
a dear and familiar phrase
long since forgotten.
I no longer needed it
in this time of joy
in this season of prosperity.
Yet perhaps I did
as it comes to mind once more.
Tears scour the heart
But I've no tears to cry.
It is like trying to draw up
from a well long since dry.
and yet perhaps these could be tears
of another sort.
Not those of deep despair
regret and longing
tears of emptiness and defeat.
But tears of joy
of victory of triumph.
That I do not have to fight
when reminded that You
already fight for me.