– A poem –

Day 315: Dare

I dare to be more
Than the bad day I had yesterday.
I dare to be more
Than the funk I’ve been in.
I dare to be more
Then I feel time will allow.
I dare to be more
Then I have been of late.

I am not alone in my daring,
Oh no.
There’s this man who calls my name,
He calls me daughter,
I call him father.
He calls me friend,
I call him confidante.
And in him I can dare to be more,
I can dare to be more.

He is at the core of all I do,
And at the heart of who I am,
Yet of late,
He has been at the periphery of my day,
And I have spent my time
Grasping,
Reaching,
Clawing for him,
But instead being drowned by my days,
In my circumstance.

But no more I say, no more!
It is advent,
The King is coming,
And I will not be caught sleeping,
I will follow the star
To a place far away,
Though the journey is long,
My King is coming,
And I will dare to be more
Than a passive observer in this nativity scene.

No more I say
Will I sit idly by,
Well not idly,
No more I say,
Will I sit by,
And reach without reaching,
Grasp without grasping.
I will dare to presume,
That I can reach
And I can grasp,
And I can hold in my hands
The thing that I seek.

And I will dare to worship this God,
This babe,
This Holy of Holies.
I will dare in His name.