I leapt as far as I dare not To do naught but prove wrong or right Yet knowing not if what I sought Was truly the truth I ought to fight; Who can know what really exists Without that tug that so insists? If there be such a like as doubt There must be grains of faith about.
Without faith, there be doubt, but with, There must be some belief inside. Standing here, looking down the cliff Walls, eyeing this gap so mightily wide, On two feet must I stand, so sure; As tall as the mustard seed did spur So filled with courage and little pride – Weight that sinketh, not make me glide
No lies can I then tell or then Shall I fall – or not even step. Courage must I have the day when I try; no burdens then to schlep. But try I must, for what indeed Is life without our soul’s life’s need For adventure and risk. Oh! How Hard, though, to take the first step now.
No ground under my feet but what’s Inside my soul; breast pounding hard; Then mind and heart align; fear cuts Its tie on me, and fall does my guard I had so carefully mortared. Now soars my hope like wizened bird. Leap, for you cannot know ‘tis faith Lest fruit of actions so saith.