Once
on a lonely mountain road
contemplating what should occur
Ends?
Had the means
for some awful reason
had felt compelled to believe
ends were the path to pain o'ercome
Not so
the whisper in my ear
as I sat alone thinking, churning, fretting
Don't you think your wife is worrying
just now?
God was right.
That ended all contemplation
weapon sheathed
engine started
hit the headlights
home where I was and remain
LOVED without question
Thank you God
consequences pondered
aid one at the brink
to back away
grasping
HOPE