Ragged

I feel the end of me

The fraying edges of my fear

The tattered fringes of my trying

The frantic fingers of my pushing.

I always feel broken here at the edges

Fleshly me finding futility there in the dark

Again

Forgetting that faith can traverse these winding trails

Can alight on the winds mere talent cannot fathom

Can tread sacred turf

Bending

Transcending

I sense the fringes of his robe sway within reach

If I can just touch them

Him

Yes

Power

Grace

Magnificence

Destiny

Home.