LIFELINES
or
THE END OF ONE'S ROPE
A life line is read from the palm of your hand.
By a gypsy sage at the fortune stand.
But that line's fixed on your Natal Day.
Of far greater worth is the line that you weave
As through the thickets of life you cleave.
Towards your personal Judgement Day.
This lifeline may be long or short
But it's woven by the deeds you've wrought.
And the course that you've steered through life.
A selfless action or a kindly word
strengthens this chord. or so I've heard.
And hardens it against the Devil's knife.
A thoughtless deed or wounding action
Will weaken your line, fraction by fraction.
Lowering the load it will bear.
A battle twixt the seven sins and graces
Is marked by countless minute traces.
Plainly seen by "Him Up There".
And when at last you cease your toil
And shuffle off this mortal coil.
To your own lifeline you must cling.
But a weakened rope will easily break
So do good deeds for your own soul's sake.
And help the angels to wind you in.








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