Surrender

Pit bulls

Lick

My sweating tracks

In bloody greed.

Above the gorge

I sway on tiptoe--

An icicle shocks my heat

And tingles fear to my fingertips.

Nothing but space remains.

I can't die twice--

Do I have to choose?

They've almost caught up to me!

I do what I could never do before.

Out of breath,

I hurl myself at the wind.

But

He blasts the breath of His nostrils,

And I find

w s

i g

n

Falling into His buoyant Voice,

I rise and rise above the skies.

Wider and higher I stretch my arms

In each crescendo of His singing wind.

My heart rides free in His high altitude

Of victory.

Louder and fuller in His voice I soar.

We have broken fear's strings,

And new praise I sing

To the Creator,

The Commander,

The Breath,

Of my wings.

--CJW--