I’ll never forgot how you were the first one to jump off the cliff

you flew like a dove off the sheer edge,

hair rippling in gold streamers mere inches 

from black, storm thrashed rock

before our stunned guide could issue a warning

you were eighteen with bold blood

dragon and dove 

fire and feather

soaring into the ocean

entirely alone

I wonder what you heard along the way, what the 

salt waves and thrill

whispered inside your rapid heart

before I leapt after your shadow below

navy waves

happy birthday, dragon and dove

someday I'll tell your children,

mama flew off a cliff like a bird

in a sky of crystal clouds

she must have heard something special on the edge

that made her believe she would be alright

so she chased the sound off the cliff 

until all she saw was 

blue

If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. Psalm 139:9-10

In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Psalm 95:4-5