Charlotte Mair

Water’s Edge

Standing at water’s edge
      weary lost soul
      in a world, so hard to know

Will she test the waters of the deep?

Why does she tarry?
      For the answers lay within the lines

Oh faith, to walk on water!

Can she not see His open arms
      awaiting heart and soul
      of His lost sheep?
What keeps her from the depths?
      So leery—tip-toeing
  One foot in … and one held back

When—oh when is time?
    A signal? A light? A word?
         Crashing thunder?
How will she know and hear the call?
When is time just right?

There she feels the dark one follow
      he blinds, he beckons
      he plays on all her weaknesses

 I pray she does hold fast—on one foot in—one held back
                       teetering at water’s edge

CGMAIR September 1, 2002