Quench This Dry Place

The Edge is drastically near...to jump or not to jump? Will a dive result in a splash or an end? what is this cliff I see floating nearer and nearer? This clouded place within the realm of the mind...how does she gain clarity amidst thick mist. Mist so thick one could slice through...the threshold nearing once again...the presence beyond the ledge is unclear...the unknown is arid! How is she to measure consequence...to jump or not to jump? The fear of unkown is dwindling, yet the unkown must be quenched as decisions are at stake. so, she weeps and stands and stands and weeps....she reaches into the unknown, but does she jump or not? The stretching leaves her weary...the tears run dry...the dryness makes crazy! The space between is still...so still that she is poised...poised in this stale place. Does a jump define wreckless or does a dive into the unknown define surrender? She remains stagnant....why? She reaches again...she tries weeping again...she tries standing even longer...for what? To the unkown she screams, "Quench this Dry Place...!"Isaiah 62