on the brink of a barren land

here i stand on the edge
of wildness
on the cusp
of wilderness
on the brink
of a barren land
eyes straining
sight searching
for a road through

Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven
is near!

finally i spot it
a silver sliver
snaking, winding
’round rocky outcrops
through thistle thickets
down deep, dark defiles
this is the way You’ve
made for me?

Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven
is at hand!

surely this
is not the way —
this wasted world
these waterless clouds
that riddling route —
surely this wanting road
is not
the way home
and yet …

Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven
is near you!

here i stand on the edge
of wildness
on the cusp
of wilderness
on the brink
of a barren land
waiting
dreading
longing
to take
the first step