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
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Greg M Cole (Pseudonym) (
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Good write G.
Dear Greg this is amazing so inspiring I do love with all my heart this theme, I think we are all where we are meant to be because of those past steps and the future will become yesterday as we walk those steps. Beautiful 🌹
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