Stand before God.

Out here under God,

Under the great grey cloud --

In this moment,

That is the only God you know,

The only one you must fear.


Within the rumbling thunder

You hear your name.

Your hour is marked.

You will meet it,

One way or another.


Will you go to meet your hour?

Will you step up to it,

Look fate in the eyes

And grin?

Or must it come to you,

And snatch you away,

As you wail like a child?

Spoiled children wail when they meet justice.

Spoiled men do the same.


The outcome is the same.

Ask yourself only this --

How would you be remembered?

And then choose.


ReQuest 2020

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