A white Heron taught me about the courage of commitment in the Liminal Moment…here is its poem:
THE LIMINAL MOMENT
I am Heron,
Cloud white and strong,
Trim in form and magnificent in reach.
The Earth gives me necessary nurturance
But the sky gives me
A me like no other.
When I feel the invisible air hold me aloft
And invite me to slide along its undulations,
To maneuver its fat forward rolls
And it’s gentle downward releases,
When I create my elegant art
High in the blue expanse,
I know why I am here.
But the sky is not where I begin.
I am earth bound, like so many others.
The difference lies in the Liminal Moment of choice,
Between the abstracted urge to escape the dark weight of the earth
And the great reach for elegance.
In that moment, unhesitant, I fully commit
To leave the solid support of earth
And let my feet lose their secure stand,
And pull with all of my strength into the world of unseen avenues.
Why do others never make this choice?
Why do they limit themselves to stumbling about
When they can create grace?
Perhaps the threshold is too frightening to them.
Or perhaps they never imagine another world.
Or perhaps they doubt the invisible support.
I don’t know their reasons.
I can only soar above, cloud white and strong.
— Dan Beam