Standing on the edge of a cliff; <br />Toes hanging over the edge; <br />Ahead, a view that reaches in <br />To grab all breath away; <br /> <br />Looking in the face of God. <br /> <br />Though not looking down, <br />Complete awareness of <br />The gaping chasm below <br />Toes hanging over the edge; <br /> <br />Yawning, mystery of space. <br /> <br />Fear and wonder filled, <br />Hung in awe on a brink, <br />Toes hanging over the edge, <br />With a wind from behind, <br /> <br />Having never used wings.<br /><br />Lee Ann Schaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanging-toes/
