What is it about our sure-headedness that leads us to
Believe we can do it all.
I’m on the top of the world, looking down on creation.
We’ve got it.
Until we don’t got it.
Then watch as creation rises above us.
We feel very, very small
It’s that helpless thing that yanks us into
We weren’t strong to begin with, or very tall,
For that matter.
What mercy it is to feel the weakness in our
Knees as they buckle to the ground,
And feel gravity pull heavy
On the skin.
What grace in that moment when,
Sure of only one thing—
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