I chose to take the edge of life’s last cliff
I watched another pilgrim take his turn
There was no supposition, no blind “if”
The lesson of the cliff was mine to learn
I chose step into that great unknown
I felt no fear; I only felt the call
Of silent grace, I knew I had to own
I knew my final step would be a fall
But then I felt her arms surround my life
“It’s not your turn,” the angel said to me
And so, I left the edge for present strife
And wonder where my life’s supposed to be
I wonder if it matters what I choose
Or if it’s by decision I can lose.