Apr 09 2012

Always one step ahead of the undertaker
a few minutes before every the deadline
ever skirting out from under the axe
a life permanently teetering on the edge

running along it, wavering this way and that
one side toward land, the other abyss
the sort of fun that is dangerous
the sort of danger that is fun
until a few more degrees on the abyss side
my inner ear to feels the loss of balance

and I am freefalling
for mere seconds
in terms of lifespan)
before He catches me,
rights me,
like a young boy
learning to ride a bike
who never scrapes his knees
because of the close father-watching

I will never forget how to ride
but somehow I always forget
how to trust

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