Holding on a Ledge

He does not just let go.
He doesn't roll like that.
He throws himself as far away
As he can from the rod.

Smugly thinking he knows
Better than God does.
He knows what makes
Him feel good.

He thinks that is all he needs.
Until the edge, the chasm
Is below him.

He slips and is now
Holding on a ledge
Crying for help in the blackness.

Finally humble enough
To see a hand reaching out
From the remnants of the light.

"Take hold of my hand,
Let go of the ledge,
I'll pull you back up"

A realization of the
Eternal insignificance
Of himself,
And the tender mercy
of the Savior.

A hand grasped,
A life brought back.