There are times, when we are filled with faith, that we ride along the edge
of revelation, preferring the jagged edges of our own mountains
rather than the comfort of frozen temples.
So we pick ourselves up, scraping off the mud,
embracing the lines of cliffs rising, realizing
it is dangerous to trust anyone
we can’t see.
Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
11 thoughts on “Riding Along the Edge”
Thank you Joseph! I like writing these spur of the moment poems! Peace my friend, and rich blessings.
You’re welcome this piece is a nice departure from your usual
Yep, another reason I like this too.
Stepping out into the unknown with Nico! Wonderful 🗻
Thank you Karen for your great comments! Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
Sometimes there is no holding back and we simply go. Sometimes we just realize it when we are already about it….
That is true, having faith is an adventure for sure however it happens. Thank you Erika, I’m blessed by your comments! Peace my friend to you and your family.
I thank you for your nice reply and send big hugs your way, Nicodemas.
You have a way to reach us within with your words.
Thank you my friend, this one was a bit different for me, so I appreciate your encouragement. Peace and great blessings to you!