beyond the edge of the world

the edge of the world, cascade, stars, sail boat

i have been seeking things beyond the city, 
unto the edge of the world,
and though i did not sail there 
i saw the edge unfurled.

the cascades endless drop 
silent but for downrush sounds
as desperate droplets race higher 
and settle in a starlit sky.

and i grew afraid, here, 
in this stark unfeeling end;

i’d hoped for faces to look my way 
but everything remained still, silent.

dare i ask, “where were the brave,
here at the end of the world?”
the adventures, stragglers, and sojourners, 
haven’t they too yearned for this fearless place?

and what of the edge, 
where the starry host peak over this horizon,
do they alone know the height and depth, 
and must i ask to find them?

oh, tell me falls of endless light—
where do your waters meet with land, 
and is it peaceful, is it safe, 
is it worth this momentous, unfurled end?

and how can i imagine such impossibilities, 
won’t they always lead away, 
from my familiar city, my warm bed, 
from my love’s precious gaze?

come to me, Ends of the earth 
that i might learn my end,
but meet me in the city, 
and touch the living dead.

i thought i might gain from You 
by seeing through Your eyes,
but i am finding contentment here
just being seen by Thine.