I am standing at the corner of the street.
There is a path ahead which I know I am to travel.
There are benches where I sit and wait.
I see the arrows pointing forward, yet,
I stand at the corner, afraid to move.
I watch as others move down the pathway;
Their steps moving them forward–closer.
They advance, step by step, as I watch in envy.
Confidently they pursue their dream.
Yet I watch and wonder if ever I will move.
I look at the branches off this path;
Diversions from the journey.
The excuses that keep me from moving.
The fear of failure and criticism.
Frozen, I wait for divine assurance.
Like a drifting boat, rudderless on the path;
I reach for the horizon ahead.
I pray, I calculate, I question.
I must move; I must heed the call.
He is waiting…HE is waiting.
One small step on the path is all I need
One move from here.
Then another, and another to there.
Trust, belief, faith.
We can do this. HE and I.
maggiemarcum 