THE QUIET ROAR
Inside every opportunity is the chance to trip and fall
upon our fears and indecisive groaning.
We begin with hope brimming from the sparkle of that
which we covet to achieve.
We set our course and brace ourselves for
work, wish, and wonder.
Alas the day comes when a mountain appears before our eyes,
looming ever bigger than we imagined.
It is not our reality but our paradigm of self disbelief
wanting to cast a daunting shadow upon that fanciful dream.
That is the day we come to know just how deep our desire is planted,
how well watered and cared for it might be.
We whisper to ourselves the secret question we dare not admit,
which queries whether we are “enough.”
Indeed, we quake at the thought that we have not enough of
something vital for the journey.
Have we stepped too far and gone past the brink
of all that we know we can do, be, and have?
Pause … and stand in the stillness of the fear for but a time and listen
for that even smaller voice inside our soul.
The one that knows the mighty truth of our unique
and everlasting spirit.
“I am” I hear in the quietest voice buried
deep inside my heart.
Again it squeaks, and stronger still until it turns into
a deep and quiet roar.
“I AM” I speak, with growing confidence, all that
I imagine that I can be.
And with that spoken declaration comes the brilliant truth
at long last tumbling through my core.
It is not fear that will determine if I have what
I need to carry forth.
It is the choice to hear within the ever knowing
truth of my existence.
I am all that I shall need to walk the next step of my path,
the one that I came to dream of and create.
And fear must, as the laws of life command, slip ever sulkily away
leaving only truth, and trust to stand.
Fear shall not win as long as I listen to that still small roar
upon which I choose to follow.
~ Barbara Bernard Miller