There, at the entrance of every new path,
At the onset toward Uncertainty and Longing,
Stands an iron gate called Maybe,
Guarded by towering, stoic sentries.
They vet the traveler’s weak desire,
Try to persuade the meek to turn around.
Fear and doubt tucked tightly into their sheaths.
“Beware,” they whisper in unison.
Take hold of the path, dear Soul!
Look straight ahead through Maybe!
You will find your sandals have names too.
One is “Amen” and the other “So Be It”.
For God gave us a spirit not of fear
but of power and love and self-control.
2 Timothy 1:7
I look around and I am fearful.
I take my eyes off your heart for me,
forget that longing and uncertainty make me strong,
keep me moldable to receive your Truth.
Keep my heart from growing hard, settled in my own truths and
stuck in an unteachable spirit.
your “yes” and “amen”,
are what I desire.”
(Prose and prayer by Heidi Viars – 2023
inspired by Martin Schleske, Werk/Zeuge
Scripture taken from the ESV)