It's Getting Late
From where I sit;
From my perspective;
From my point of view;
The lines are clearly drawn.
I need no further debate,
Because the hour is late.
I do not halt between two opinions,
And I need no further persuasion.
A clashing of principles has
Brought us to this occasion,
And the moment is neither
Perfect nor pretty.
There is a clarion call and
At this juncture, none must stall
Because the opportunity for change
Is now, and the hour is very late.
In a way of speaking,
Sometimes all the choices are evil,
But we do not have the luxury
To disassociate or disconnect.
The times have arrested and captured us.
Duty has obligated us, demanding that
We act prayerfully and wisely.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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