the bravest thing
maybe the bravest thing
is opening your eyes in the
morning and placing your
two feet on the cold floor and
rising up against the gravity
of the night. maybe that’s the brave thing from which all other bravery flows, the brave to seek ye first. maybe that’s the single thing God requires of you, the spiritual discipline that takes all your will to muster. Swallow down the fear, my child, and face the dawning day for what the surface of the world needs most of all is bravery skipping and you, yes you are the stone.
of the night. maybe that’s the brave thing from which all other bravery flows, the brave to seek ye first. maybe that’s the single thing God requires of you, the spiritual discipline that takes all your will to muster. Swallow down the fear, my child, and face the dawning day for what the surface of the world needs most of all is bravery skipping and you, yes you are the stone.
Awesome.
Swallow down the fear, my child, and face the dawning day….
The biggest challenge of the day. Thank you for the poetic encouragement .
holy toledo, man. it just rolls off your fingers. what a gift.
soul stir. yes.
Super post! You spoke to us where we live…thanks!
After the night I had last night, I needed this. The darkness swallowed me.
Love this…posted to facebook to share….thank you for this one. I needed it too….
I’m right there. Thank you, John. Tomorrow I’m blogging on this and linking to your poem.
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You may not know this, but you wrote this for me.
This reminds me of a Celtic prayer a friend shared with me recently: “Awaken us to your glory. Dispel the darkness of night. Awaken us to your glory. Destroy the heaviness of our hearts. Awaken us to your glory.” I love the idea of being a skipping stone of bravery. May it be so.
This poem touched me, thanks.
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Dear John,
Thank you for this poem. I come back to it often, usually when I have a rough day. My husband is deployed right now, and just spent this week taking my Mom to the hospital and finding out the cancer has returned. So, it does feel like the bravest thing for me is to open my eyes and get out of bed and serve my three boys and mom. And wait for my husband’s return.
~ Katie