Was it the heavy breeze of midnight that beckoned so sweetly
Perhaps the moon flickering signals through fresh green boughs.
Ah, it was a clarion call, high-toned sound of brass weeping in awe
Enticing my adventurous soul once again to the edge of my world.
Awakened in His moment, my spirit soars driven by heartfelt delight
Soulfully I yearn for the ministering of Holy Spirit to my willing spirit.
We meet in that place that divides God’s heaven and my earth
In necessity I breathe in the air, it is the very essence of His presence.
At the edge of my world, in indulgence, I part ways with self-will
I choose to be led into the renewed, into a faith tryst with Trust.
Within a vision, but aware, I am held by time in this era of my reality
Moments of melding belief with sight, I leave to my Father’s tending.
Now on the edge I revel in His light this night and desiring for tomorrow
An adjusted heart to the blackened world, with eyes that truly see.
I am held taut by desire to stay on the mountaintop edge of my world
Though pulled to the valley of life by the heartstrings of grace, I yield.
My universe is a proving, testing place with paths well worn by me
And the edge, well, it is the highest place with a taste of God’s eternity.
I will journey there again soon, when comes that sweet clear call
I wait in expectation knowing He is my transport, and forever destination.
These thoughts bring to mind the 1st verse of the old Irish hymn “Be Thou My Vision” (public domain)
“Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.”