Have Faith

I wrote this a while ago... Enjoy.

Picture this: you're hanging onto a lone branch. Below you are nothing but clouds...well, that’s all you can see anyway. No idea as to what awaits you if you were to just let go or how far you would go. Hanging from the branch you look up and notice there is only about 30 feet between you and quite possibly sure survival. Knowing that which you can see, you take the route which has proved its safety in the past. Letting go with one hand, you start to climb, but as you do, the clouds below start to disperse; ultimately revealing land below. You look down; the fall still looks pretty intimidating. So you press on upwards. Your foot misses a notch and you start to fall a few inches, but you manage to grab hold of the same branch again. Looking down, you notice that a few more clouds have disappeared, revealing even more earth. You start to think that maybe the land is closer than you think. However, the climb up still gives the impression of being much safer. So you continue upward, one foot after another. Just as you reach the top you notice something, just infinite ground and sky and no one around waiting for you. Just then you hear a faint voice, its coming from below you. You walk slowly towards the edge; your knees black-and-blue from the climb. You lean down and listen. Faintly you hear it, soft, but understandable. You lean in closer to take notice, in doing so you lose your balance and once again find yourself hanging by the same bough. You look up and start to ascend up. Only you stop yourself, what was up there that was so worth the pain? Nothing, you look down, the sky is clear now…except for one cloud directly below you. Knowing that anything is better than what is above you, you feel yourself start to slide down. Just as you start to lose grip, you feel someone or something touch you. Their grip tightens as yours loosens around the branch. Then, just your last finger comes loose; you feel the earth below you. The field that seemed miles down was now only 6 feet below. You look around. The cliff is gone, the branch…now a tree. You look around for the person who helped you down. No one is around. But you can still hear the yielding words that spoke to you just minutes before. “When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith knows one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly?