the edge

The future is a dense, untraveled forest.
I imagine it full of beautiful creatures
and dangerous hunters.
Friendly ferns and flowers grow
alongside poisonous, shadowy foes.
I stand fearful at the edge,
holding only the misty map
of my dreams,
and a heavy string bag
filled with questions
and shards of faith.
Will you come with me
into the forest,
or will I take the journey alone?
Will you still love me
in the great wilderness
of the unknown?
I stand fearful at the edge
of the woods-
frozen at the edge of life,
searching for light
and God.