Like a steppingstone laid down
along a perilous path,
across an even more treacherous river,
this poem exists only to get to the next one.  

Or so I thought, until
my Muse began to chant:  

Forget the peril!
Forget the path!
Come, dear one! Come!

Step into the stone-free spaces and
let yourself fall
                                        down  
                           and
                                        down

to the place where You truly reside,
in     between.