I stood and looked up
and saw that the rocks that had once been above me were now below where I stood
And I wondered, did they know they would change the shape of the river when they left their perch in the sky?
Their falling caused streams where no streams were before. And petite ferns to grow in the calm of the rivets.
Now tiny birds can bathe in little pools where the rocks have made protection.
Why worry that failing will make you unworthy of goodness?
That God will not protect you and send little joys to your hands.
Why worry at all?