Decision

So here I am, a mortal,
upon this spinning ball
watching all the people
taking note as they fall.
Let me ask a question.
Beg you forgive, I must.
If tomorrow you were terminal,
and you started to become dust,
if all that was important,
that you had said was odd,
if in spite of all your fighting,
there truly was a God,
If you knew before
before you crossed on through,
that you could be forgiven,
what exactly would you do?
Would you confess transgressions,
tears flowing from your eyes,
or would you embrace the liberalism
and foolishly die?

LH

2/10/14