Riding Along the Edge

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

    1. 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.

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