Falling

my eyes close and i can feel it -
pulling my soul back to where it longs to be.
i can hear it -
over and over telling me to open to it.
still the fear tugs -
until the struggle becomes too much.
and then, once again, i release into it.
falling,
falling,
i brush the fingertips of god.
© Terri St. Cloud

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