The Edges of Glory

I run to the edges.

Escaping the life I live.

I seek to find the divine.

Is He there to greet me?

What am I feeling inside?

A hand stretched out wide.

Offering me more than myself.

Where will we go together?

What awaits ahead of us?

The thrill of the unknown.

The warm sun on my face.

An ocean breeze giving breath.

Peaceful streams giving clarity.

Flowers of many colorful blooms.

Spacious views, vast and wide.

Birds flying over in freedom.

Songbirds singing new songs.

Rugged mountains in full stance.

What happens when I arrive?

I take the hand to go.

To the edges of glory.

His holy dwelling and retreat.

Can I stay here forever?

How long will this last?

Let me live in the thresholds.

I don’t want to turn back.

Pressing in I search for more.

He is there in every nook and cranny.

Inward, outward, upward, right, left.

The edges of glory await.

I say yes to the invitation.