The trumpet sounds, and the moment is now.
We stand at the edge, where two roads divide—
one paved with pride, thrones of greed and iron gates,
the other, a narrow path of mercy and light.
The winds howl from both directions,
and the choice presses on every heart—
nation, city, and household alike.
Will we cling to what crumbles,
hoarding power as walls crack beneath our feet,
casting stones at the innocent,
and calling it justice?
Or will we lay down our weapons—
not only of steel but of bitterness—
to build anew, with hands open and hearts soft?
One road leads to ruin:
towers fall, the streets grow silent,
and strangers turn against neighbors.
Hunger stalks every home,
and peace becomes a myth of the past.
The land groans beneath the weight of its own sorrow,
a wilderness of broken promises
where no song takes root.
The other road whispers of hope:
Rivers of kindness flowing through every alley,
the laughter of children carried on the breeze.
Sons and daughters returning,
long-lost brothers embracing again.
Leaders serve with humility,
and love mends what fear once tore apart.
Every field blossoms,
and every hand is filled—not with weapons,
but with bread to share.
What will we choose, O people?
O nation so proud, will we bow low
before the One who lifts the humble?
Will we turn from destruction before it overtakes us,
before we are swallowed by our own shadow?
Listen: the time is short, and the hour is heavy.
The soul of the world trembles at this threshold,
waiting for the step we will take.
To chase the mirage of power
or embrace the way of peace?
To divide or to reconcile,
to curse or to bless?
O America, O weary world,
choose the better way.
There is still time to sow the seeds of justice.
There is still time to water the garden of grace.
Lay down the weight of your grudges,
light the lamps of compassion,
and let us walk forward together—
before the night falls,
before the gates close,
while the light is still with us.
The future leans on this fragile moment.
May we not be found clinging to ashes,
but reaching for a brighter dawn.
Choose life. Choose love. Choose the narrow way,
where mercy leads and hope endures forever.
-Isaiah, Hermit King, and Sean-
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