The Cliff

Here at the cliff
where the clouds and earth meet
in a sweet embrace
and all I can do is to sing
while the earth rushes to meet my suspended body.

Because jump I did; had to
no other option remained on the table
(so many wonderful discourses and suggestions
like leaves by a fall wind blown asunder)
and in the sweet embrace between sky and land I stay

Stay here with a glad heart
confident in my leading off the cliff
(quaking in my innermost)
experiencing the joy of freefall
(praying that this nightmare would stop)

Because I am fickle and will oppose you at every turn
And the cards are laid, the flop there, every breath waiting for this turn
You are in control of the cards, my trembling hands aside
You are in control of this rapid descent
Lord, let my heart and soul in Your Spirit reside