Sometimes Courage stands still.
He doesn’t strive. He folds his arms relaxed across his chest
He widens his stance.
Sometimes Courage is silent.
There are thoughts and words and things to say.
But Courage keeps them to himself.
Sometimes Courage sighs
It is not a sigh of anxiety or regret
But rather a comfortable breath,
A knowing that in the end all will be well.
Sometimes Courage digs deep
Just to remind himself of the dreams
That once mattered so much
As he looks, he remembers and smiles.
Sometimes Courage laughs
He remembers a scene from years ago
When he lived as if everything depended on him
All that running, all that effort, all those words.
Sometimes Courage looks to the horizon
Not as Elisha did, fearing that he might miss out
That the chance might pass
But rather to observe the sky meeting the sea, blue on blue
Sometimes Courage is invisible
If it weren’t for the weight in your chest
You might just forget he were there.
Sometimes Courage nods
It’s a subtle move of his head
But it’s all you need to put one foot in front of the other
Sometimes Courage seems foolish
As you look in his face,
There’s a voice behind you that sneers and mocks
‘Who do you think you are?’
Sometimes Courage looks you in the eye
Reminding you that you are ready, equipped
And you know that it is true.
Sometimes Courage questions
‘Is this still what you want?’
And your whole heart says yes, but it’s not like before.
Sometimes Courage closes his eyes
The moment is sacred and reverent
But it isn’t a prayer
Sometimes Courage is silent
Holding out both hands
He bows his head in surrender, in total trust
That there is one who knows better than he