One of my all time favorite poems is Faith, by Patrick Overton.
When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly
© Patrick Overton
The Leaning Tree, 1975
Rebuilding the Front Porch of America, 1997
I first read Faith, which is contained in The leaning tree [poems] back in 1997. I had recently left an abusive relationship, became a Christian, and was working two jobs while attending nursing school full time. I literally felt as if I was at the end of my rope so to speak.
I had stopped by one of the local hospitals to put in a job application (if I could get a better paying job, I would only have to work one). As I walked past a reception area, I noticed a bookmark on the counter and picked it up. On the bookmark was the above poem. As I read it, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The bookmark was one of a stack of bookmarks that staff were giving out. So, I tucked it into my pocket and went on.
In the years since, I have often thought back on that poem, and thought, “Teach me to fly, Lord.”
Do you have a favorite poem?