Faith
Photography by Norma Beaird
Poem by Curtis Beaird
What will you do? Where will you go?
Who will you be? Life happens. Then what?
You decide, take action, come to another fork in the road.
Then another, then another, then another. Security slips into the abyss.
You find yourself on the edge of risk and away from the familiar.
Dislocation and disturbance.
The nomad’s state of mind becomes the only state of mind.
When routine becomes uncertainty, and day and night disappear in the moment and twinkling of an eye, what then? When you figure out permanence is an illusion? Or, maybe only a fantasy, what then? In the distance, between now and then, in the space between here and there, life is lived between the sun and clouds, blue sky and storm-tossed day. What then?
There is no safety, save in the hollow of God's hand or under the shelter of His wing. There is no security. There is salvation. Faith shelters and makes a way.
In faith, the impossible becomes normal.
Copyright 2007, Curtis Beaird. All rights reserved.
