Where does the courage come from?
I mean the courage to step into the blinding mist
and to not know the course of the daunting adventure
and to not see where footfall will land
and to not hear a guiding voice.
I mean the courage to step forward anyway.
What is the courage
to let go of the tether
to fear and still go forth?
Is the courage iron
shaped by the fire that is this life,
or simply a fragile daisy
that moves through dark soil
and pushes up into unexpected light?
Is the courage strong enough in me
to take action
to follow love
to risk abject failure?
After the failure
is there courage to stand up
and still dance naked
around the fire that is this life?
May the courage of iron, daisy, and dance
well up in me today. This
is my longing and prayer.