The Edge of the End

Staring at a babbling brook
Encroaching the edge of the end
Breathing the scent of wild flowers
Wondering what's around the bend.

Is it the voice of God I hear?
My skin warms by a gentle breeze
A silent prayer screaming out
Then tears accompany my pleas.

Remembering the Scripture, the Promise
That the Son has set me free
A blue sky lazily greets my eyes
His Holiness pours down on me.

Nature rambles through my heart
Brings a melodious song of love
Tiny birds chirping merrily
To an elder friend, the dove.

Ocean waves crash to the shore
Sea creatures gracefully swim by
My life skirts so near the edge
Then the question comes, why?

These things will surely pass away
"My Grace is sufficient, "He said"
My mind paints a perfect picture
As the words swirl in my head.

His Spirit comes, fills my soul
For the truth has set me free
Waiting at the edge of the end
Till at last the Christ I see.

"If the Son has set you free, you are free indeed."

This poem was a finalist in the February 2009 poetry contest

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