For The Brave
November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Because I fear your grasping hand calling me to the unknown of love, because I fear my emptiness, my poverty, my call to death, I fear myself, I close my hearth, I shut myself from you, my despairaing brother. Your presence is a call. Do I turn away or do I dare? Love is the greatest of all risks. Do I dare leap into the cool, swirling, living waters of loving fidelity?