ONE

Man on the edge,
almost fallen
holds himself,
-just an inch to go

"What will it be?
-Sink to glory?
-or back to labour"?
He cant decide.
He holds himself,
with just a step to go.

Something beckons,
spotless.
Glistening,
calling.
Luring as it is,
leaping towards him,
calling again.
....Just an inch to go

But he!!
He steps back;
for he remembers
father's words
from when he was three.
- "What doesn't glitter ,
may be gold"

He takes his chance;
greedy as he is
for gold, not salvation.
Realise he doesn't,
that salvation he has reached.

---That one inch covered
that one step taken