Little bird

on the

Wire,

Perched alone.

The sun sets before its

Eyes as it

Ponders its

Lonely winter

Journey.

Cocking its

head, it turns to see its fellow

Flyers glide

North.

His tiny

mind tries to

conceive

why!

Why?

South has always been

Right!

What changed?

With new

Ideals, does the good

Differ?

When majority

decides, does

Impractical become

Right?

The bird watches, as the others

fly to certain

Death

in the cold

North.

Even if

Alone, he'll

Survive.

If all vote

otherwise,

two plus two is still

four.

Many rebel, seeking

Freedom.

And instead, become

Bondslaves of

Destruction.

Right and

Wrong are

Permanent, no matter how the

World

Changes.

Good and

Evil are

Sure, even when others say,

"No Absolutes".

Shall we

Compromise and

Die in the company of

"friends"?

Or shall we perch

Alone-

Bravely, on the

wire and

Live?

Sometimes I can't help but feel like a bird perched all alone on a wire. Sometimes it's hard to stand by yourself in your convictions and way of life. But the sun never stops rising, bringing hope and determination to hold to your course and continue to trust God.