I'm scared

of letting go of my

grandiosity.

self-assurance

moves me

impetuously.

Imagination flies me off

the ground.

status puffs me up with fluff.

If I let the Creator take over

His mystery will bring ambivalence.

And so

I'm scared.

Did you say: "start to trust him?"

I am not a child.

Or maybe, to Him I am.

Christ  and Sanctifier,

show me the Father.

And the Mother

and the adult child that is me.

Please.

Just for today.