The Brink Of God – a poem by Peggy Yusko

The Brink Of God

I tremble at the brink of God.
He beckons from the deep dangerous pool
split before my feet.
My feet wait.

Nothing hollow here, it brims with glory.
God is as aware as I of my pounding pulse.
He smiles.
God smiles gently and the pool of love
parts in silk ripples that lap at my toes
and pull at my heart.
A sigh shudders soft against my breast.
I will wait here just a mute moment, Lord.
Unsure where to step or when to breathe
for fear of shattering this space.


Peggy Yusko has been writing and revising poetry for years, but is just beginning to submit some work to publishers.

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