There's something furious in me that shrieks and grinds its teeth. There's a burning to explode and cut through the earth with a fiery vision and a rage from deep within.
There are two things pulling me, both with profound gravity.
One is the gravity of earth. The tendency to stay right here where things are normal and planned and understandable. Things that give me rest in my dreams.
The other is the gravity of the Living God himself. Standing up there in the clouds, or in my soul, that great and violent spirit that calls me up to the moon, to stand there and smile and heave with life.
But I will do both.
I am the one who stands on the edges of cliffs and howls at the horizon. I am the one who lays my children down at night with unfathomable love.