Every once in a while, I sit on this edge….
Perhaps, very often than ever before..
I sit on this edge…
The edge of “I don’t know what to do now…”
And of “how many punches do I have to throw out before I win…?”
So I sit…
For hours.. days.. months.. seasons..
Right here on this edge.
For my wings to finally take flight.
Not so much of a bad place after all,
So I have learnt…
It is what I need most..
For it is at this edge,
I learn to fly,
Not with my Wings,
But with His wings,
On this Edge
I find Rest and assurance for my soul…
That when I jump…
I will soar,!!!
Higher than my own wings could ever take me!
On this edge of my wondering Soul,
I find refuge for all my lifes longings!
So I sit!
On this Edge!
Speak to me when the silence steals my mind.. In the face of uncast shadows, Hide me… Shield me from myself.. When war wages within me…. Raise in me.. An alter of thankgiving and power… Let my cup overflow.. To the streams of my cracked soul… Sprout in me a vine of scarlet sacrifice… Set my mind on things above… Like a tree planted by the waters, quech my soul… Rest… Rest… Give me Rest… Oh everlasting Rest…