I think continually...
By John Fox

I think continually of those who step forward
in spite of chasms to close for comfort
their feet keep vigil upon
the humble earth and all its tears,
the dark hungry tangled roots of
being alive, feet pushed down as if listening
to the presence of what finally matters:
the fragile moments giving way like sand
the kind voice green like grass
the deep strata of ageless strength
unseen. One step at a time
even when their hearts, high up
in the spinning world are pounding or empty
of courage. Walking along the edge,
where something is felt underneath: the faith
the unknown alone can give, these,
the footprints I follow.

John is also our Poet Chat Poet this issue. Check out what he has to say there!

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