My version of the Patrick Overton poem...I Believed
When I came to the edge of all the light that I had and I had to take a step into the darkness of the unknown, I truly believed that one of two things would happen to me; either there would be something to stand on, or, I would be taught how to fly.
And as I stood at the edge of that mountain, trembling in fear, tears streaming down my face, I leaned into the wind…and began to soar. ~Susan 2010
4 comments:
Beautiful to believe in ourselves and our abilities.
Yes; I'd have to agree, Patricia!
That gave me chills. It's beautiful. (I'll include it next Friday's list of very cool things, if that's okay.)
Judy, hi! So glad you could drop by! And thanks for your comment; this can still get me all "choked up" every time I read it....lots of meaning in this one for me:) Of course = I'd be honored to have you share it!
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