Choices

Angels pull upwards
and the world of sin the opposite
one shoe slips off.
pain as my right shoulder is wrenched.
A toss-up down then up –
a sock relieves itself from my foot.

More choice from
a mother’s smile
I am a decent person
yet ensnared
but my Lord has sent help.
I’m listening -- gripped with fear
down I go as my foot is singed.

And more choices
to live or die
love and forgive -- be captive to material things.
Upward I rise with choice
be a better person
forgive – love others.
Angels grasp me tightly and I am free.

Mother smiles broadly
and so do I.

© Richard L. Provencher