The Fringes

You’ve been standing at the fringes

Too scared to take a step in

always seeing yourself as a poser

someone who can’t be trusted with the real thing

so, you’ve been camping at the fringes

keeping a safe distance - don't draw too much attention

as the Beauty and the Power, the Peace and the Freedom

continues to draw you in

you’ve stayed frozen at the fringes,

thinking it’s not for you that it was meant

that just observing from a distance

is what will keep your heart content

you keep your back towards the fringes

with your eyes always looking in

sometimes you wonder whether your freedom

is truly found in this exile your pride attempts

you find false safety at the fringes

because no one here will look too closely

examining your purity

and inevitably

find you wanting,

but just remember

none of us can claim ‘Holy’

but the King

you fear the trimming of your feathers

the taming stirrups reining you in

so you thought that at the fringes

was where you’d finally have unclipped wings

but we were never designed to

live boldly wild and free

at the fringes

of entrapping lies

and their seductive nooses hanging from that tree

you were never meant for the outskirts

or harsh and callous distant edges

your place of Wholeness, Peace and Freedom

lies in Closeness - not in distance

you are welcome, Beloved Daughter

you are welcome, Son of the King

come - find your rest and healing

your wildness, your breath,

your dreams

as you abandon those lonely fringes

for the Father's mercy seat

and the longed for Belonging

of IN-TO-ME-YOU-SEE