On the edge

The sun is just on the edge of the horizon
Waiting to fully greet the day with all it's brightness
The man comes out and sits on his deck
At the edge of the lake where the frogs sing
There is barely a mist over the lake because
This chill is not enough of an edge to make 
It all come full, the blue heron sounds it's gruff warning
Flying from one shore to the other safe fishing ground
The edges are the places that teach us
Whether safe or daring, becoming or being
Edges push us off into unknown waters
Where belief and doubt mix, where we 
Know the wild abandon of the steadfast love
Which heals us, molds us, makes us dare
To step into the edge and fall trusting
God's hand to catch us at the edge