Waiting for rescue
Longing for one
One who will save me
Oh! When will one come
Alone on a ledge
The great depths below
I seek safety above me
But above I can’t go
Who is it I long for
This one who can reach
Down into the jagged
Inaccessible niche
I cannot imagine…
Is there even a one?
Who could possibly find me
In this place where I’ve gone?
Then I hear a voice calling
Hope rustles the trees
It’s my name that is wafting
Down to me on the breeze
I look up and away
From the dark and the gloom
The trajectory that had
Once held my doom
I see the one, hear the voice
And reach for the hand
That was outstretched toward me
About to fall from this land
The voice brings a calm
As I’m called by my name
Like the wings of an eagle
The hand lifts me from shame
No longer alone
Not at risk of the fall
In this high place of refuge
Snuggled in, free from all
11/3/2021
