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...Or Was He Pushed?
by Buddah Moskowitz
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"Higher"
came the command,
calm and firm
to an unseen pilot.
Then the voice asked
"so, what else?"
Crouching by the hatch
I looked out
the window
and saw the world I knew
get smaller and smaller
as the plane
kept at its creaky ascent.
I pondered his question
as he quickly slid the hatch open
and I lost my balance
instinctively grabbing
the door frame.
The strength of the vacuum
threatened to take me
but I regained footing
and looked out to see
everything
from a fresh perspective.
I barely spoke
but he heard it:
"I just don't want
to look stupid."
"You won't look stupid."
I almost jumped
but caught myself
for one last assurance:
"You wouldn't trick me,
would you?"
This surprised him
and he smiled:
"No, I wouldn't trick you."
Turning to the hatch
I decided to loosen my grip
on the doorframe
then the plane lurched.
I quietly decided
to stop fighting it
and I was free
falling and
heart pounding alive.
I resisted the temptation
to pull the rip cord
to release the parachute.
I just surrendered everything
and enjoyed
the view.
My thankfulness
overcame me
and I was overjoyed
to realize
I stopped falling
and started flying
and by the grace of Christ
I haven't landed yet.
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