We step up and buckle in.
Anticipation is high.
We know, this could be the ride of our life.
We climb steadily, always upward
As if any minute our minds might leave our bodies
And just as we reach the top thinking we can’t go higher,
We plummet and then, climb higher still,
Slowing only long enough to catch our breath
Before ascending again
And I am undone by these feelings
That keep me wanting to go higher still
Knowing there surely is no higher than I already am.
Still we climb towards the clouds.
High above the earth
Where angels sing songs of joy.
We are dancing with the the moon and sun
Out where there is no need for understanding.
We just are.
There is no fear of falling here,
There is only a surrender to be all-in
To be totally present in this moment,
And all the moments in between,
The moments of highs
And the lows when we dip,
Yet still climb to towards the unreachable.
I don’t want this ride to stop.
I don’t want it to end.
I don’t want to slow into the station
Saying, “That was the best ever.”
In reality, everything ends, but this place
We are here, but present in altered states
As still we climb higher than the stars
Playing out among them,
Dancing to their rhythm, not our own.
We have ceased to exist as separate beings
And have become enmeshed
In this perfect segment of time.
And we go higher still
Until we touch the very hem of His garment
And we are perfectly joined with Him.
©copyright 2016 by Teresa Shields Parker