Standing Before the Crack of Creation

Naked,
I stand before the crack of Creation
Bathed in light beyond reckoning;
     Golden glow, warm and embracing
          Purest white, brilliant and piercing
My soul is laid bare.

Here I meet my faults, my shadows
The secrets I don't dare whisper
     even to myself
Here is revealed my glory and my calling
      A secret even deeper than the first

If I but step through, I will be cleansed.
Why, then, do I hesitate?
Not for fear that I am unworthy,
But for fear that I am.
         Sara Faivre-Davis, 2016

Self Reflection: Read Sara's poem, allowing it to speak for you.  How do you resonate with her challenge and promise?