by faith

what if I learn
to let you hold
everything?
What kind of freedom
comes
when we loose clenched
fingers,
arms and hearts
and let go-
what do we have to lose? - besides everything
we thought we wanted.
but- after that-
what then?


I wonder
what Abraham felt
when he stood
back-lit by the sun setting over
those foreign hilltops,
the footsore camels, his barren wife,
and the fullness of, Oh-
that Voice
still
ringing