Mustard Seed Step

Would that I was what I would be.

Shall I be what I should be?

I could be what I should be,

Which is what I would be.

 

Me,

 

Unfettered,

 

Released from fear,

That great chain of the soul,

That lock on the would, could, and should.

 

I stand on the cliff

And fear the fall

But I wear wings unknown to me.

 

Fear holds my feet

Rooted to the ridge;

The world’s weight wearying every step.

 

One step,

A step of smallest faith,

A mustard seed step,

And the bonds will break

 

And I’ll soar.

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