Standing on the precipicefacing the open, empty nothing envisioning the wind, the fall, the escape reaching out from the bottom searching for the ending, for my beginning longing for the leap that leads to life and death and every dream at once Do I jump, do I die? Will the wind catch me? Will it save me?
Standing on the hill facing his open, empty arms and seeing his love in blood and water spilling out for hollow hearts his cry hitting my chest like a thousand screams torn from my soul Wondering at the loss, the cost, the hopeless expense of every dream at once Do I stop it? Would I take his place? Should I turn away?
Sitting on the hill facing the empty, empty cross Seeing the dried blood and echoes of hate calling from nowhere passed over by passersby and screaming at the sky on the darkest day when nothing lives and dreams are dead What happens when God dies?
Standing at the rock facing the open, empty cave hearing the voices of strangers in white and light promising from the darkness the morning sun in this graveyard garden dancing with lovely lies aching for absolution or an explanation or any hope in this dream that defines me Does this really just happen?
Standing on the precipice facing the open, the full, the everything realizing the reality of this fear and joy and hope calling out for my soul searching for the ending, for my beginning longing for the leap that leads to life and death and every dream at once I jump; I die. The wind catches me. He saves me.
About the Author:
Lisa is a video photographer and editor that is preparing to work in missions with Wycliffe Bible Translators. Her deepest desire is to see every living person on earth have a chance to hear the saving message of Christ in their native language. She’s in the middle of raising support to be able to help make this happen, and would love it if you joined her team! Learn more about her on her blog: wishesspent.wordpress.com, or join with her now by going to: http://www.wycliffe.org/