Their Promises Are Seated On the Peak
How high their ship…she’s sitting on the waves.
Bob-stopped at top of ferris wheel. Their might,
a flood about their feet - they dare not breathe.
The teeter-tottering might sink them quick.
Her formerly unbalanced stance, so drunk.
The utter-wave that drives her down and up.
The shipmates think of home and more so then.
Ship ascends Everest to bump the sky.
What hell! What depths! The slide at breakneck speed.
The fear! Except the Lord does intercede…
The tears they weep on their way down. The begs
begin, to promise God all sorts of things.
Their promises are seated on the peak.
And will they speak of them again? Will death
or life relieve their fears? Forgotten deals -
vows read as each one stands before the King.
5/31/2022
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