Pirouette, hands graceful in the air. Eyes downcast to the valley, breeze breathing past my balanced toes; I pause to catch my breath. Bright red cherry lips, powder soft peachy cheeks; silky hair wrapped in a neat chignon. Perfectly poised in a petticoat dress.
Twirling and dancing so lovely upon the cliff’s edge, fearless and strong. Back and forth in rhythm with life, I dance with ease or dance with struggle, yet always harmonious atop this jagged lip.
A loose lock of silky hair falls from its perfect place, the release of a single tear upon my face triggers unbalanced stumble, twirling down.
Outstretched arms on safety’s plane call for me, yet the enticing call of freedom’s fall is hard to resist. A slow motion drop, summer’s wind blowing by cradling warm against my body, eyes up to the heavens taking in blue skies and sun. No worry for the crash to come. Will you catch me, Father? Landing skin and bones on a petticoat pillow, the fabric and folds of my life safely under me?
Or will You let me crash, and wait for me to grasp your waiting hand–ready to teach me a new dance? Perfectly clothed in a new dress You have coutured just for me; beautiful as the queen You see. Loose curls upon slender shoulders, face up to yours, safely dancing in your arms, fearless and strong.
Dancing on this ledge, finesse grows weary… freedom’s fall is calling.