The Ladder
by Amy Tiare
Teetering on a broken ladder
Unsafe, unclear
Halfway to my destination
Do I go up?
Do I go down?
Does it matter at this point?
The ladder will soon give way
Looking down at the cliff below
Jagged, rocky
Pain is what awaits me
What to do?
Which direction to choose?
Is there even a choice?
Can’t even remember which direction I was going
Looking up at the broken rungs above
Dizzy, weak
Fear keeps me holding on
Can I make it?
Can I continue to hold on?
Is there any way to save me?
There is no way out of this
A scene flashes before my eyes
Pain, anguish
The Savior suffers in Gethsemane
Can he make it through?
Can he complete the task?
Is it too much for Him to take?
He endures it well and fulfills his mission
A voice enters my mind
Calm, gentle
“My child, I am here for you.
What will you choose?
Go down? I will catch you.
Go up? I will reach for you.
Choose. I cannot help as long as you are still.”
I listen to my heart
Pounding, racing
I listen to my head
What will happen if I move?
Will the ladder break?
What will become of me?
A choice is made. I let go…
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