Tim B Poet Quatern

Eternity

Hanging on the edge, hoping to climb up
This eternity looming beneath and before
Torn between heaven and hell's maw
Opening to pull me in, I barely saw

The glimmer of light above, still found myself
Hanging on the edge, hoping to climb up
It was only a faint glimmer, or so I thought
But for a moment or two, I was too distraught

My grip was loosening up, lord love me please
I cried out to the heavens above as I struggled
Hanging on the edge, hoping to climb up
From this, the cusp of oblivion's cup

Then I saw it once more, that faint glimmer of hope
It was God, his angels, and their beautiful chariots
Here to save me, pull me back from being corrupt
Hanging on the edge, hoping, praying to climb up

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 11, 2011 at 8:22 PM sweetly penned with deep inspiration Tim.. a refreshing delight to read luv..

Ingibo Benson July 11, 2011 at 4:10 PM Hmm..you 've expressed your thoughts beautifully. Tim B July 11, 2011 at 4:26 PM Thank you, I certainly try to do just that :).