Looking and Falling

Sometimes I think about

One of the ways

I should have died–

A stupid teenager

falling off a scaffold,

At a school made for girls.

My father telling me

Not to step without looking

And me stepping without

Looking.

And falling

through until it was

Just me

And then air.

And what a metaphor

buried in my bones

that day,

Worth a million times

Of not looking and falling

To realize it’s never been about

The steps of my feet

But the depths of Your love.