from the edge of my faith
I'm lingering at the edge
The flowers are growing tall and wild, every color that God ever invented
Tell me, God, do you hear me now?
When I'm way up in the clouds, so close to Heaven, so close to the end
Touching the blue of the sky, letting the sunlight slip through my fragile fingertips
Do you finally hear me?
The pretty light blue has faded into a dark navy, nearly onyx
I reach out, grab a single, burning star
Let it rip the flesh from my palm, slowly turning to orange, to red, to ash
The cliff is still standing strong, even under my weight
Is this cause for thanks?
Pink and purple paints the sky, my sky
It's not yours anymore, God, this sky is mine now
When I die under it, I wonder who will stroke the clouds ever so softly
Who will hold the sunlight like a child
Who will cradle the stars
My skeleton fingers are weak, grasping further, further, further off the ledge
Just one step
Forwards, backwards, let's play jeopardy
What will it be
Which way will I fall when no one is watching from the woods
Which way will I fall when God is my only witness?
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