Somewhere between what is,
What could be,
What should be,
I lean into a wind called \"future.\"
The trick is to lean hard,
Stay in balance;
Not too far forward
Or you fall through faith;
Not leaning back,
Or you fall into nothingness.
Where the Spirit leads me
Is a mystery,
An unknown known,
That unfolds in slow steps
Not yet taken,
But already walked;
As if…
Life is lived backward
From the mystery to the now.
Copyright © by Greg M Cole