Thursday, May 17, 2007

Trust

"Come to the edge of the cliff," he said.

"We're afraid," they said.

"Come to the edge of the cliff," he said.

"We're afraid," they said.

"Come to the edge of the cliff," he said.



They came.

He pushed.

They flew.


~~~ Guillaume Appollinaire

9 comments:

liz crumlish said...

Beautiful. We are all capable of flight if only we will let ourselves be pushed.
Missed your wisdom, cherie. Welcome back

Cherie said...

On this pleasant Friday morning it is most welcome to read this comment from you, Liz. And it's good to be home after a magnificent time of play with the family. Thanks!

Wandering Coyote said...

I know this piece well: when I left my husband two years ago a blogfriend of mine sent it to me, and I used it as part of my email signature for quite a while. Thanks for reposting it and reminding me!

Cherie said...

WC, you do my heart good. It's a powerful quote, wrapped up in a delicate presentation. I'm not surprised that you and I share an understanding and appreciation of it. You are entirely welcome!

tshsmom said...

I think it's harder being the "pusher", than the "pushee".

Cherie said...

tshs: You could be right about that! Especially from a parental point of view. Not an easy thing to do, but the joy when they find their wings!

tshsmom said...

Exactly!

Cherie said...

tshs: :-D

Anonymous said...

A quote to think about for awhile, thanks Cherie. The flowers and old archway are beautifully contrasting just like the quote with its fear and freedom message. You are amazing.