Group 3 — the Descent

In life, the majority of the decisions that we make We can modify, redress, even reverse if we think it a mistake Yet in every life we find a few major turning points Where we meet our destiny, our fate's pivotal joints; We gather as much information as we can Analyze, evaluate, seek advice of every man Then comes the time to make a decision A simple choice, without any obvious position. This is the point of no-return, brave and bold We must decide to remain behind or cross the threshold, To remain at the threshold is to hang on to the old For it is a choice of destiny, our fate will thus unfold. With belief, with conviction and courage we must burn To cross the threshold at the point of no-return.

We parted way Before mid-day Back was his path Ahead mine lay Now on my own But not alone For all the world My hands will hold My soul embrace My path will trace All I must do Is make space.

When a caravan passes through None remains but marks of its Camp fires In the caravan of our lives too All except marks of what love inspires.

The waves rolling up and down the sandy beach I was walking on the edge of the water's reach Every now and then a larger wave would approach; The waters upon the dry sand would encroach, Avoiding the wetness I would myself teach Dancing on the edge to the tune of ocean's breach. Once I missed a step and slipped in my place Was sure to be overtaken by the ocean's wet pace, Unknown to me, somehow the wave stopped short As though commanded by some angel of God's court. 'Tis the truth, not one small part I distort Then came upon me a rush of memories of sort: How many times I tried to avoid impending disaster Slipped in place, yet was saved by the hands of the Master.

I used to think that omission Was good, but evil Commission Thinking each in his own mission Must make many a decision. And if I give information Affect their choice's formation; Yet silently lay, without motion, Remains calm their lack of emotion. Went through life in this fashion Lied by omission with much passion Until I saw in my vision With All, I'd made a division See my old vision with derision Omission is as bad as Commission.

O, tangled webs that I wove When deceptively I strove. Bravely admit to my lies To lift the veil from your eyes. Pain, embarrassment, remorse For my admission are the source. Perhaps what is even worse There is no other recourse: If I admit to my guilt I'll destroy what I've built, Continue to deceive Live in my world of make believe. The best thing to do, perhaps, Let this House of Cards collapse; So much energy it saps To cover up all the gaps. In this truthful exposure I must retain my composure; Consequence of my every deed Bravely accept what they breed, Clear my mind of every seed Of deception, control and greed. At this time what I need Goodness and truth my mind feed; Perhaps then I will succeed To greener pastures my life lead. To your goodness I appeal Hoping you feel what I feel; From the past, your mind clear Let me once more to get near. In this world, you are most dear I want to be with you here. No more deceptions you need fear From now on, I am sincere.