The Edge


As I look below
I long to feel the spray of the ocean foam
To drown in depths of love
Behind me lie fields of anguish and forests of despair
Lurking in the shadows
The serpent awaits my return
Its fangs carry venom
That curse my memory
With visions of wilted roses and tarnished silver
Looking above fills my gaze
With failures as numerous as fading stars
Days pass with no change
As I continue to blot out the Son
With a sinner's eclipse
I await the firm grasping hands
That would see me over the edge
But with each passing day I feel nothing
Which becomes more and more comfortable
Glancing into the depths of love below
I see two outstretched hands
One labeled grace the other mercy
They remain constant
Awaiting the splash of my desperate decision

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