Edge of the World

I’m pulled to the edge of the world

The wild place, high places

Cliff edges and raging rivers

I’m pulled to the wilderness

Where few venture or tread

I’m pulled to the thin places

Where God’s breath has led

On the edge of the world

My heart is free

To soar and lift beyond despondency

To see in creation a loving hand

That charts my life

And guides my stand

Here on the edge by sea cliff

River dip or mountain peak

I wait expectantly for You

I draw near in the wilderness

Longing for Your voice

Aching to experience the measure

The saints before have had

Something compelled them to venture far

At risk of death

To share God’s love

A power far greater

Than work of man

Led them to travel and never return

A fire in their bellies

A cause too great to spurn

A righteous endeavour

Calling out greatness and love

To wander as pilgrims

As hermits, as friends

To endeavour together

Until life’s end

To have their blood spilled for Jesus

A higher call than life

An eternal richness

Placed in the core of themselves.

Copyright 9/1/19 K Laity