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is the sky always blue
above the unpredictable clouds?

is that the faith
that guides us
through the shaking
turbulences of our lives?

how many surrendered
to an emergency landing?

how many screamed in anger
at the oblivious sky?

how many kept believing,
and pushed through?

how many survived the crash?

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you found me ready to jump.
on the floor of the rolling plane,
paralysed by the darkness around me.

you held my soul together,
guided me through the storm.

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you jump,
I jump.

not to follow you in the destiny
your demons chose for you,
but because my parachute
can hold us both.

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how much courage,
and love, and faith, and humble kindness
does it take, to put your hands into another's,
to help them get a hold of the yoke of their plane.

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you are the blue sky.