I stand on escarpment
looking into depths either side
of great joy and great sadness
where none can follow . . . and hope
And still (in standing) I hold back
all that could destroy me, but not alone.
I drop to knees, not all my own
and seek unto Him for respite,
weeping at such great joy and sadness.
I hope in such depths, seeing,
that one may share even experience
that which holds terror or exaltation.
Only the Ancient of Days has understood
to deliver, quell, quiet and fellowship
along the eternal hallway where
only our Creator had walked aforetime.
*selah*
