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The Abyss
... standing on this precipice
with nothing much to say.
Do I step forward into an abyss,
or turn the other way?
Will Your hand be there
if I decide to turn
and face You in this life?
Will You regret Me gone
if I accept Your spurn—
a cessation of all Our strife?
I ponder hard with Heart, with Soul;
I search through All of My Being:
Have Our cherished affections taken their toll?
Is there value left in fleeing?
(I, for one, do choose to stay,
that, in Your Love, I may dwell;
for there’s nothing like Your fervid ways—
those castings of Your spells!)
with nothing much to say.
Do I step forward into an abyss,
or turn the other way?
Will Your hand be there
if I decide to turn
and face You in this life?
Will You regret Me gone
if I accept Your spurn—
a cessation of all Our strife?
I ponder hard with Heart, with Soul;
I search through All of My Being:
Have Our cherished affections taken their toll?
Is there value left in fleeing?
(I, for one, do choose to stay,
that, in Your Love, I may dwell;
for there’s nothing like Your fervid ways—
those castings of Your spells!)
Published 6th May 2017
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