My days speed quicker than light

set'ling the queries of doubt

closing in for the snatch

hurling me through life

So pull me, black-hole

upward beyond the sky

beyond its flickering gas

into the stars of the milky way

Falling up toward the stars

and down some spout from earth

I fly beyond sister death

in a motion towards abundant Life

I float with a propelled spirit

toward the stratospheric lands

that trust me toward God

toward the Presence awaiting all

*Reflections of Frederick Buechner:

  -You do not come first to understand a person fully and then to love him(her), but love comes first , and then it is out of the love that understanding is born.

  -Faith is the word that describes the direction out feet start moving when we find that we are loved.  Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.