Cliff Razor

I stand at the edge

Tipping over

Sipping the rush of fear

Through my eyes as I stare

into the distant danger

that lies at the bottom of my heart

The edge so sharp whistles

agaisnt the wind you breath into my ears

when you speak

I am consumed by thoughts

of fears once felt

at the exchange of risk for injury

I stand at the edge

peering over at the vastness

of God's creation

and his masterful pieces of me

I stand fearful and fearless

I stand on the line not beyond or before

I lie on the flatness of the cutting egde

I bleed fear onto the cliff of risk

I stand on the cliff razor of my heart

when you stare into my dark soul

and still speak to say you love me