I'm on the edge looking down, into darkness.
Into a place I've never been before. Into the Unknown, the Unseen. A place where anything can happen and where everything is new. It's not safe, but it calls to me.
It's time to go.
Should I jump? Can I try?
I look behind me and see the ones I love. My father is there. When I was little he was there to catch me on the ground when I jumped. He was there to protect me, to show me the way. Now he is behind me, smiling, waiting. Waiting to see where I will go, what I will do, now that I've reached the edge.
It's time to go.
Should I jump? Can I try?
I look for my Father in the darkness at the bottom. I know He is there but I can't see Him. He is behind me, smiling, waiting. To the very edge I have followed Him, and now He wants me to jump. Trust me, He says. It's not safe, I say. Just another step further, He says. I can't see where it ends, I whisper. Just look at me, He answers. The air stills; the world quiets. I linger one moment longer in the uneasy solace of Indecision. The comfort of the Known can still be felt; one step backwards would send me into its reassuring arms. The threat and thrill of the Unknown stare up at me like a gaping mouth,, ready to consume me the instant I move closer.
It's time to go.
Should I jump? Can I try?
All of my experience, everything I have learned has led me to this place, to the very edge of the Familiar. Nothing is like it was, and everything will be new from this point on. I don't feel ready but I can't stay where I am. I don't feel ready but something tells me I can do this. Something tells me that when I step off the edge I won't be alone at the bottom. Something tells me I'm not even really alone now.
I'm on the edge looking down, into darkness.
Into a place I've never been before. Into the Unknown, the Unseen. A place where anything can happen and where everything is new. It's not safe, but it calls to me.
It's time to go.
I jump.
