Waiting in the Wilderness

Leave
run to touch the unknown edge of the soul
tip-toe on the cliff of its waterfall
buy its one-way ticket somewhere far
where the comforts and constrictions
of this weary, western fiction
crumble away
from the drudge of daily-doings
to dancing in the grey.

Let her wander deep into the wilderness
following its inner purpose
hearing its wild wings
hovering in the in-between
of what’s invisible and what’s seen
the thin place
the liminal space
the unknown way
where something holy
begins to unfurl fully
like the calm before the storm
like the strange peace
after something unexpected born
where steadfast love and faithfulness meet
where righteousness and peace kiss in heat.
Let the soul become the messenger who makes these paths straight
let her succumb to the wild place, keeping awake
resting on the edge of its ecstasy
as she watches, as she waits.