The Right | White Horse Papers 

You have the right to ride
the sails of your salvation.

Here, place your hands
on these cross beams;

press your head against
the splintered edges
to feel the driving winds.

Go ahead,
climb to the top
and to the brink —

behold the galaxies
beyond the crashing waves!

Source: The Right | White Horse Papers — Poetry and Prose until He Returns

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