My Honest Guarantee

My Honest Guarantee

Sitting on the edge of the precipice called life
And I’m wondering why it cuts through me,
Like the sharpness of a knife—

As I seem to teeter and totter for a while,
I can’t help but imagine
What ever happened to the things that made me smile?

I’m hoping that the winds today won’t be so strong,
For I’m not quite sure,
If I can hold my ground for very long.

But if I fall down again I know I’ll be alright,
Because if I loose my grip,
Your arms will hold me tight.

If there is more that is left to be said,
I know I won’t get rest,
For I cannot get outside of my own head.


But “no worries my child” you say to me,
At long last my ears hear your voice,
“I’ll always love you, and that’s my honest guarantee.”

I was standing at the overlook again tonight
With His words echoing all around me,
I wouldn’t be afraid – of this cliff’s steep height.
For I’ll always know, His loves guaranteed.


By Greg Butz

02-22-09


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I got back to the school at 4:30 on a sunday afternoon to lesson plan a while. I just started typing down a few of my reflections of life -- I really didn't know the process or the order of this poem. Sometimes I start out writing three lines per stanza, only to go back and edit it. This time, i liked the flow of this poem, and it gave me a great chance to throw in the vocabulary word of "precipice" so I'm estatic. The title is God speaking -- even though the poem is written from my point-of-view.