Step after step, drifting closer to that cliff edge,
Nearer that precipice, bordering that primal ledge,
Some take flight, others plummet, stumble and fall,
With that sense, ethereal passage is but a spectral call.

If Angels live, so Archangels verily award,
If prayers are answered, with just reward,
Perhaps that rift, which looms ahead,
Shall be bridged by love, when grace is said.

If demons cling, if we don't resist,
Surely we'll succumb, love won't exist,
If evil draws us nearer to that brink,
Surely heart will die, mind cease to think.

Bound mortal, tread with cautious care,
Look to the fore, to do and dare,
Temptation rings and calls one's name,
Entrapping spirit, thus lose the game.

What behemoth hath joy conjured?
What leviathan hath love injured?
What spatial quest has thought merged?
Abreast of chasm, embellished void, so rigid, turgid.

Cold winds push me nearer, toward the rim,
Calloused hearts goad me onward, whence the clouded view is grim,
Peering o'er that imperiled canyon, I  ponder, wonder then,
Shall love and joy  atone, not if or how, but simply when?

Yearn to glimpse Heaven's gate, though joyful love seems awfully bent,
Far across that fissured rent, I hope to see what Heaven sent,
Faith is forged, Soul's trust is gauged, love's credence spent,
Upon that sacred heart, as prayers are spoken and dreams are dreamt.

Still storm clouds impede every view of Heaven's gate,
Lightning strikes that barren rim, as Angels tend to glories fate,
Impelled by God, assist man's languid case, in that grievous state,
To span the void with that rescue vow, so death be fed and sated now .

Kneeling, on the edge, fire burns within my heart,
Flaming questions, such earthly baggage, keeping love apart,
Accepting the All, granting wings and flight to mortal man,
Envelope time, so that birth and death remain within God's plan.

Rising, statuesque, by that tragic fold and hollow,
Desiring wings to grow, wishing precious flight to follow,
As sense and sensibility diminish, as Soul is tempered with that nature,
Release is found, within the bounds of that Holy stature.

God willing, across the void, with karmic touting,
Beginning new, death's ambrosia served, a chorus shouting,
Like the Phoenix musing,  radiant light be guiding,
Into Heaven's realm, with Sacred truth abiding.

So relentless death doth purge then sow,
E'en while perilous life be all we know,
Yet love and joy resist that bent,
Divine Power hath Creation sent.

To cross that void,
To span that chasm,
To enter Heaven joyed,
Free of every earthly phasm.