Cowards

Standing at the edge
and staring out
and down
We were overtaken by
the sheerness of the drop - -
the depth obscured by
clouds, numinous in their presence.
The Voice (of god?)
begged us to trust
and jump
but we could not hear it over
the shrieks of our own fears.
We broke faith and ran
lost in the
dark.
Now, I stand alone
and see clearly the
soft, safe peace that would have been.