Faith in the Wood

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green

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The wild risk calls me in, but

fear weights my ankles.

It’s that fear that has hobbled my whole life.

The fear of the unknown,

the fear of betrayal,

the fear that call will not be greater than calamity.

If I could just see to the other side and know,

and not be blocked by wood upon wood upon wood.

But I’m heading in and up,

fear in my pocket, resolve in my heart

because the wild faith-risk calls me on.

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