words keep ringing in his ears
rhythmically, melodically
a tune begins to play
his feet kiss the pavement
as the angel and devil
sing between his shoulders
if he continues to listen
who knows?
he might just surrender
he's only a breath away
the words of Pontius Pilate
are ushered into his head
"What is truth?"
he is challenged yet again
with the ever-piercing conviction
of his greatest need:
salvation
yet will he recognize the itch?
it's bothered him for many years now…
his past and his future
pace back and forth
he's only a breath away
another day, another night
the moon dares
so show her face again
the devil and angel
debate relentlessly
but still he stands at the crossroads
the same familiar labyrinth
lies before him
every dead-end mocks him
only one exit remains
near and yet so far
if only his perspective would change
he'd see
his freedom
is only a breath away
"This is what the LORD says: Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. ~Jeremiah 6:16