At the top of the stair
Sat a thought and a prayer.
Down the steps, the pair,
They stare.
“Have faith.”
And with haste
The prayer tumbled,
At quite the pace,
Landing below with glee on its face.
But,
A thought must think.
It totters right on the brink.
With fear it shrinks,
Til one last blink.
It starts to sink.
A stair would creak
Each step may squeak
Then a prayer would speak,
“Don’t look so bleak.”
Thought replies a shriek,
“I’m trying to sneak!”
To the top,
One last peak
A final leap
Thought lands on one, two feet.
On the land
Thought and prayer stand.
Linked together
With shaky hands
Together to brave
The doubts of man.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
At the top of the stair
Sat a thought and a prayer.
Down the steps, the pair,
They stare.
“Have faith.”
And with haste
The prayer tumbled,
At quite the pace,
Landing below with glee on its face.
But,
A thought must think.
It totters right on the brink.
With fear it shrinks,
Til one last blink.
It starts to sink.
A stair would creak
Each step may squeak
Then a prayer would speak,
“Don’t look so bleak.”
Thought replies a shriek,
“I’m trying to sneak!”
To the top,
One last peak
A final leap
Thought lands on one, two feet.
On the land
Thought and prayer stand.
Linked together
With shaky hands
Together to brave
The doubts of man.
