Expectation is that with each step taken the earth remains still,
Waiting for my decision about the direction I will take,
Thinking solid ground is always ready for each step forward,
But sometimes a bigger drama is unfolding,
The ground doesn’t act in the way I thought it should,
What I thought was waiting decides to move,
Uncertainty instead of solid ground greets my next step forward.
We spend countless hours moulding our patch of land,
Creating stable foundations on which we build our homes,
Forgetting that I am not the one who has the last say,
My footprint the smallest mark on a landscape
that bears the imprint of countless footsteps,
Sometimes I am amazed at how far I have come,
More often I am awed by my smallness, surrounded by
the vastness of humanity’s pilgrimage,
Each one of us seeking to find our home.
Uncertain ground needs courage to take another step,
Remaining rooted in one spot, thinking my home is found now,
Is a greater uncertainty that will never find solace in this life.
Trust nothing except the faith to take that next step,
Remember the uncertain ground is always waiting for that faith,
I take the tentative step forward and then see what moves,
Like the Israelites trapped on the shores of the Red Sea,
Caught between the terror of what lies behind – certain death,
And, the uncertain wall of hopeless impossibility in front,
It’s only as that fearful step is taken that the waters part,
The way behind closed completely as the next step forward is taken.
