
He said with a piercing smile and wink,
"you want to find faith."
Walk upon the glass staircase,
and not ever blink,
secure and safe.
He reached into his dark leather coat,
placed a gun to my head, and cocked it.
Slowly the echoe did flow,
raced into my thoughts,
shocking my soul.
Leaning close to my ear.
His breath warm, stalking,
all tender hair tense and taunt.
My weary beliefs singe,
lightning fast.
Whispering relief his words shook.
"What steps are you.... willing,
to take now, for killing you would be,
too damn easy,
pointedly.
Frozen in fear.
Amazing it is,
how deep we will reach,
to find our soul speak,
boldly.
An important lesson,
I learned that day.
Courage comes AFTER the doing.
When we boldly step out,
finally fed up ..enough...to consider,
glaring glass staircase of change.
Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
So what will it take for you to take the first step?






























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