Push, pull, shove.
Push, pull, shove.
On and on it goes.
Each one is trying to gain ground.
Gaining, loosing.
Grasping, grappling.
Holding on, though we’re losing ground.
Then it happens.
We are at the edge of the cliff.
None wants to give way, yet one has to, or both lose.
We are at our wit’s end.
Wholly drained for we’ve given our all.
Then why are we here?
Why, oh why do we find ourselves on the brink of destruction?
Our deepest desire was to build something beautiful.
Then it dawns on us; we haven’t lost it all yet.
The end of this season is a promise.
The birth of a new season, a new beginning.
It is a matter of viewpoint.
We haven’t lost it all, at the edge of this cliff.
If one gives way, then we are saved.
As one, as a team, we can both slowly move towards each other and turn back to firm ground.
We would then contemplate the beautiful scenery.
Offered by this vantage point at the edge of the cliff.
Realising this, we put down our armour, our volition.
The stubborn, prideful, “own sweet way.”
We lay down our arms.
We put on concession, this beautiful robe.
Oh, how lovely when we change perspective.
We now comprehend that it was a raw gem.
An uncut diamond.
We had to reach the edge of the cliff to see how lovely life was.
Yes, a meaningful existence appears when we look through a prism.
The prism of laying down our will.
Oh, love, you do not seek your own, but you see the good in each one of us.