NaPoWriMo day 5.
it’s that pit of nerves in your gut
asking questions without words
the future looms like
a curve in the road, out of sight
it’s the stirring of the wind
upon the waters of the sea
the sailboat bobbing slightly
tugging at its moorings
it’s your heart thumping a stutter
as a car climbing in speed after a stop
everything around you has a
different tint; a crinkle at the edges
it’s the sense of possibilities
without the knowledge of what type
it’s a flutter of excitement
but hopes tempered for softer failure
it’s the feeling that tags along
with nearly every second chance
the feeling that takes hold
when you don’t know what’s ahead
unsettledness of the soul–
unless you settle on Christ.
unknowns hid from view–
unless you know the One who sees.
isn’t so uncertain at all
when you know the One who is certainty.