thirty-nine: leap of faith

standing against the precipice of another chapter
looking back at the footsteps against the soft soil
the prints missing some edges in the very beginning
but slowly forming its shape towards this end

peering at the path to this point
feet which have walked on thorny paths
and on hard soil which has since then lost its mark
and hence, hardened, willed, everything God's plan

the precipice upon which things rests and could as easily fall
the sight around displays its beatific grace
and even with the wind chiding and daring
a leap for an end still unseen