It Cannot Be Helped
All you've heard is true.
It cannot be helped,
hard as we try
the eons of time move right along, unchallenged
much like the Pilgrim's Progress
the words of the prophets
or the biblical words of Christ
indicting us, calling our names
to open our eyes and see
to open our ears and listen not just hear,
to think and contemplate all the possibilities,
the end game that will play out.
Will you ask the right questions
what is it that you seek
what do you truly believe
where will this take you in the end
what price will you have to pay?
Your turn is coming
there is no escape.
You may do as you will
right or wrong
something will happen,
there will be a catalyst and an action
how will you handle it
will you ignore it or go with it
will you speak up or be silent
will you condemn or justify your actions
who will you answer to?
Where, when, how
will you stand among the crowds
when the decision must be made
while the path remains unclear
but now,
your chance
your time
has come.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2024
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