Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. ~ Marianne Williamson

It’s major. Related to a premonition,
perhaps, a reaction to a story
told by my father and his cousin
about their grandfather.
So many years ago,
and never fading, never dimming,
but never becoming true.
Now she tells me I’m close.
That something will happen,
not that, but related to it.
And it scares me to death.
I want it, but know wanting it
will never bring it, for the ability
comes only with humility,
being worked through, not starring.
Nor my work, buy my being a vessel.
I crave the experience, the honor,
but how do I react? With fear,
running from potential greatness,
hiding in ordinary where I feel like
I belong.