Trip that sometimes happens

 This is a poem written by Carol Bialock, RSCJ who. long before she died, gave me her poems and told me that I could use them in my blog. I have used some, but this one appeals to me today.

Trip to the Edge of the World

Going to the edge of the world

Is something I don't plan for,

I don't measure my strength

Or plot out the journey.

I just find myself there,

And hold tight to the hand that brought me,

Least I fall off.

The view is breathtaking.

I breathe deep.

All I can tell you is

There is no better place to be.