Inspired by photography of Brooke Shaden at: http://brookeshaden.com/gallery/
Photo credit: Fear of Falling by Brooke Shaden
we paste rags, dead leaves
on pathetic cut-paper wings
then tie them to our backs,
flap arms and hope like mad
to fly away from barren cliffs.
a dangerous fog of smug
self-sufficiency muddles
our minds and fills us with
secret, dark, well-founded
fears of crashing on rocks.
if we open our hearts and
minds to receive his Spirit
to dare believe in a Love
who is wiser and stronger
than us, to bow in humility
his face will shine through
thick fog, remove our fears
(except healthy fear of him)
fit us with love’s living wings
and raise our spirits to soar!
a poem in my pocket 
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