And a declaration of sin
suddenly became a prayer.
He, too, wanted to live.
The bright shine of a calm Sunday
waves at him—
telling him:
you don’t have to do this.
Go back.
You don’t need to.
Just return home.
Relax.
Enjoy your life.
You’ve done enough.
No one’s going to be mad at you.
At the very least—
you lived.
Yet the greedy man prayed:
“Lord, please—
help me get one more.”
He said, as he went on,
saving the very same people
who hated him;
who belittled him;
who called him a coward;
who mocked him to the very core;
the very same people who hurt him,
dragging him through the mud.
He pushed himself for them.
He was tired.
He wanted to complain,
but—
he saved them.
It was his duty,
and his duty,
he did.
Oh! How greedy a man could be,
that he became
so much more.
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