I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe

Tomorrow I leave for something new, a beginning. While I still have one week of languge school left in Xela, I will meet my family and placement on Saturday. Here is another poem that we read the first day we where here that I like a lot that I wanted to post.

I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe

O God of beginnings,
as your Spirity moved
over the face of the dep
on the first day of creation,
move with me now
in my time of beginnings,
when the air is rain-washed,
the bloom is on the bush,
and the world seems fresh
and full of possibilities,
and I feel ready and full.

I tremble on the edge of a maybe,
a first time,
a new thing,
a tentative start,
and a wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.

In silence, Lord,
I share now my eagerness
and my uneasiness
about this something different
I would be or do;
and I listen for your leading
to help me separate the light
from the darkness
in the change I seek to shape
and which is shaping me.