Before I stride
by Lucidity Lamb
Between two posts, there stands a gate.
Within it’s shadow, I stand and wait.
Beyond, there shines a vibrant sun,
Out of sight of this begotten son.
Who am I now, before I stride?
Who was I when I was alive?
What choices made, brought me here?
What sins denied? How many tears?
Before I step forth, be welcomed home,
I wonder if I’d rather be alone.
I wonder if heaven is worth the cost
Of all the life and joys I must of lost.