A poem of redemption and hope.

Fall Arrest System

A broken fellow bemoans his fall from grace, he laments as he writes, tears in his trace. 

He feels unworthy, that he deserves no glee, but grace was written for him and for me. 

None can fall too deep nor too fast, the only thing sinking them is gripping the past. 

Grace and redemption are the rules of the Land, lighthouses from shore offer a hand. 

You are not yesterday, not tomorrow, not now, not then, you exist in the moment like an egg of a hen. 

We are but children still growing up tall, parents quickly lift them when they do fall. 

Every stumble, every lie, every half baked mistake, all is expected, even the snake. 

Life is for living, a fun way to learn, live in the moment, not mind in the urn. 

Life throws us curve balls, we strap to the mast, You are not fallen, you are just learning fast. 

No climber stands proudly on a mountain so tall, not without taking many a rough fall. 

So shake off the dust and rattle your wings, there is no pit deep enough, “for ye are kings.”

You are Always Worthy. Stand from the dark. Remember Who You Are. Ignite your spark.