Jump

I wish I could dive into a pool of transparency.

Not a transparent pool, rather, a pool that makes ME transparent.

When I stand on the edge and look over the water,

I am scared, but I know the refreshment that awaits.

Is it the jump that I fear—

 Or that moment of shock when my flesh hits the surface?

Is it the cool water that I long for—

Or the thrill in my heart when I launch myself, liberated, into the air?

Will either bring refreshment?

 Will either bring pain?

Will I ever find out?

(Splash)

This is not in reference to anything in particular...just something I think about a lot, and the topic was brought up in Bible Study tonight.  Another good reminder to walk in the light.