End of the Rope

by Steve Loggins

6/20/2010

Hand over hand, with legs intertwined,

my grip is so tired, I almost lose hope,

“Is there a rescue?”, I’ve almost resigned

to give it all up and let go of the rope.

Onward and upward or downward it seems,

I’ve lost all sense of direction,

a little gain, a little loss, no time for dreams,

only a struggling correction.

And suddenly, there’s no more rope,

no knots on which to climb or rest,

“What now?’ I ask, as I flailingly grope

for anything that I might possess.

The end of the rope.... I’ve heard of this

but I’ve never been here before,

Some think it hangs over a dark abyss

while others hope that there’s more

I look around and see no aid,

no ground on which to stand,

My helplessness makes me afraid

of where I now might land.

My strength is gone, I must let go

and fall to who knows where

My terror of the unknown grows

so on I cling and say a prayer.

“Can you help me?”, I meekly ask,

“I cannot hold much longer”

His answer comes, “You must let go.”

I only hold on stronger.

“Let go”, He says, “trust Me to save”

He whispers in my ear

“But what if You fail?...and only the grave

is left for me, as I fear”

“Let go”, He says, “and let me do

what only I can do”

So I let go... and soar on through

to skies of golden rainbow hues.