Leap of Faith
The threshold kept moving
a golden gate ,three winged steps
shaped like cherubim.
Last night the moon
caught the edge
and spun it back to where he clung
on the rain soaked ledge
of faith .
He made the chilling leap
to land atop the youngest
cherub's wing.
trumpets filled the night
A blinding light
lit up the sky
and I
from down below
could only
wave
Goodbye.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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