To the Girl Standing on the Edge of the Cliff

To the Girl Standing on the Edge of the Cliff You stand, hair blowing wildly in the summer wind,dangerously close to the edge—your heart beating fast. Do not look back at the green pastures—or the wild, weaving roads that brought you here. Do not look back at the setting sun—the one that followed you through an afternoon storm. Do not look down at the feet below you—grinding them into the wild terrain’s dust.                                                                      Spirit is speaking. Her voice booms: Girl standing on the edge of the cliff—lean your body over the edge and fly. Do not question whether the call is to death or to freedom.Do not question whether I am the Devil or the One True God.Do not stop to ask where the windy skies will take you. Girl standing on the edge of the cliff,hair blowing wild in the wind,dangerously close to the edge,with a fast-beating heart: You were born to jump.That is all you need to know. And you—who reads this now—would you?