At the Edge

Standing at the brink,

At the edge of this beautiful, dangerous cliff,

I am overwhelmed.

My heart bursts with many thoughts,

Conflicting feelings,

As I long to let go and fly.

Leaving the old borders,

I stretch forward to where a new support holds

And equips me,

That launches me into a realm—

This new realm

That my heart has longed for,

The realm my spirit remembers,

The future I have seen and heard

before the earth was,

The future I walked together with Him,

That I foreknew,

When He foreknew me.

Surely fear is lurking,

But the pull to go onward is great— it calls me,

I cannot deny it.

I would say no to my own peril.

But am I safe?

I know my thinking is far too small.

My considerations are shifting

To the eternal realm, the realm of God,

Where His life flows.

Laying down this life for the one

That is to come,

For the one that is already here.

This realm is life within me.

I am not being wooed to a death

But a metamorphosis.

Death is merely an expression

of the separation

between me and who I once was.

So now my heart is fixed,

My mind is made up as my awareness shifts.

And suddenly

His spirit wind blows as He whispers courage,

And I lean

Over the edge of the cliff…and I let go.