In Tension

Like Frost’s silken tent
I balance on a pinnacle,
held upright by cords
of love and law
that both bind and support.

Like paper kite,
I fly when tethered,
fall when cut loose.

Like one who meets God
by road or in grove,
I am freed but not free,
yoked by choice and necessity,

for after seeing the light,
who am I to withstand it?

• My Kite by Erin Camp Worland

• The Silken Tent by Robert Frost

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