The pilgrim’s journey is at its end. Catch the sound of shale beneath his weary feet. Hear the rain rage at the edge of the cliff face. Listen as the waves crash on the shore so far below. And feel what it is to contemplate the unthinkable.
Thomas Paul, Thomas Paul
Did you leap or did you fall?
Climb the cliff to disembark
Or simply stumble in the dark?
Did demons drive you to the edge
That craggy lip, Golgotha’s ledge
Sobbing, 'Mom, oh Mom' as you
stepped
on
empty
air
No angels there
Or anywhere
To hear your call
To break your fall
Oh, how I mourn thee
Thomas Paul.
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