At the top of the stair
Sat a thought and a prayer.
Down the steps, the pair,
They stare.

“Have faith.”
And with haste
The prayer tumbled,
At quite the pace,
Landing below with glee on its face.

But,
A thought must think.
It totters right on the brink.
With fear it shrinks,
Til one last blink.
It starts to sink.

A stair would creak
Each step may squeak
Then a prayer would speak,
“Don’t look so bleak.”
Thought replies a shriek,
“I’m trying to sneak!”
To the top,
One last peak
A final leap
Thought lands on one, two feet.

On the land
Thought and prayer stand.
Linked together
With shaky hands
Together to brave
The doubts of man.