Is this the space you make for me,

to step out of the boat

onto the wild sea

of uncertainty and doubt,

where through the wind you

call me to fix my eyes

upon your face and step

by step follow you?

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is this the space you make for me,

this dangerous wild place,

where I have no control

where questions whip themselves

into a frenzied flurry of salted foam,

where through the tumult you

call me to fix my eyes

upon you face and step

by step follow you?

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Is this the place, the space

where I will become more

than I would ever be in the safety

of the sturdy ship of comfort and control…

you offer me no assurance here,

except the invitation to wild living

that pulls my heart, so I step out

I fix my eyes upon your face,

and step by step

I follow you…