The Tipping Point
A man stands on the brink of eternity;
not a very safe place to be;
an ultimate product of love and maternity;
seeking to set himself free.
Freedom always comes with a cost attached;
although it was freely given;
the man on life’s precipiece; now, detached;
contemplating the forbidden.
Peering out over the great void below;
suddenly, at great risk of falling;
it’s a voyage of hate; surely he must know;
his mind hears the Master, calling.
He thought of the many, he would disappoint;
the great sorrow to others, he’d bring;
but, he had finally reached life’s tipping point;
and, his life had become a bad dream.
The man then considered others in his life;
and heard God calling from above;
he would face once again, all of this strife;
unless he surrendered to love.
The man turned away from impending death;
others had reached their tipping point;
he resolved to write love with his last breath;
praying God those words, to annoint.
A kingdom stands on the brink of destruction;
not a very safe place to be;
the ultimate product of hate and corruption;
only truth can set it free.
Monty 6/20/23. # 1,634