Conversations
I was asked, “What do you fear?”
I thought long and hard
Both pensive and cautious
What frightens me?
What makes my soul cringe?
What I fear makes death envious
It will even make the spoiled kid jealous
Come close so I can whisper in your ear
Cuz, everyone can’t know what I fear
With swagger and glee I answered
“Not to be successful!”
“Define success,” they asked.
Not being able to sit on Heaven’s door steps.
Selah
The Demons gasped in disbelief
The Angels sighed
Jesus cried
Abba watched
As the Holy Spirit flew into my lap
“That’s a high standard,” they said scoffing at my goal.
So I shed a tear, because I’m living my life to die
“By three methods we may learn wisdom: first, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third, by experience, which is the most bitter.”
