Cliff Hanger
(Deborah Taylor)
Climbing the rocks
finding a sure foothold
only to discover
it crumbles beneath my feet
feeling myself slipping
holding on for dear life
my fingers bleeding
as they hold on to the edge of the cliff
now dangling feet...
scrambling to find a base
hands sweaty...
feeling them begin to slip away from
their precarious hold
rocks breaking loose
and spiraling downward
with no sound reaching me
as they seek bottom
pressing myself against
the moss covered wall
cold and wet
all my strength is used
in merely holding on
to this tenuous grip
I cannot find ground beneath my feet
and
finally, tired and spent
I release my grasp on what I know
and fall
and fall
and fall
and when I think the descent will never end
strong arms reach out
and snatch me
breaking my fall
Lifting me
causing me to soar upwards
as on eagle's wings
Letting go and
Letting Him