The line goes slack…

the way is made impassable –

feet are brought to ground,

No prayer here answerable.



Who does the work?

Sends others around the wreckage,

Lines that keep transmitting,

Receive the pending message.



Relinquish fear,

Unto Thy ability,

Help in the repair,

Live for continuity!



In these still waters,

Reflections now reveal,

Freedom is the choice –

Run further – or closer still!