Photo by Wellington Cunhao
When I wanted to dance on that ledge that was way to high
when I was a foolish naive woman child
You did not judge me rather you told me to try
when the summer storm cleared the sky I cried
I cried because I made mistakes and had deep wounds to show
I cried because I grieved the things that had ravaged my soul
I cried because I am grateful that you never let me go
You said whenever you are ready I will take you home…
and never more will you cry…
I still dance on high ledges because life is a thrill
I cherish my wisdom and my fine woman skills
I gladly now bow to you my Lord and King
So whenever you are ready my heart will take wing…
and I will be home with you…
The Lillies of the field sing for me
The waves of the sea are my dance
The stars in the heavens are my guiding light
As I dance on the ledge that is way too high!
Jill Autrey Dorman 
Beautiful! In it you capture the thrill and regret of life. It seems way too late we get around to grieving the regrets, and losses, and wrong turns, and wasted time. I am glad for the wisdom of years, but I should have heeded wisdom’s voice much sooner. It was extended to me by the Spirit, but I was busy with frivolity.
Who But a loving Father would extend such mercy and freedom! Because of Christ!