“Do not clutch on the shorter end of the Rope”
when you walk
on earth. Beneath the
hills are the remains of
those who once lived. Roots
of trees grow with corpses beside.
All rivers have pasts where blood stains
fade with time. Careful, as you mourn over
the absence of what you desire, my good Sire.
Treasures hoarded cannot surpass heaven’s gates.
For no gold can purify a tainted soul. And no carat
can keep your feet on the grounds of earth. Feeble are
all the creations built by man’s wrinkling hands for even
planes and rockets that soar in the horizons of the high skies
are no different from the frail tower of Babel. Beloved, old man,
do not clutch on the shorter end of the rope. The chafing against your
grasp, marks the negligence of attempted resistance. From there, on the other
end, the unknown resides. Theories attempt to feed man’s doubt yet nothing sufficed.
With a flick of the finger of the Almighty, your soul won’t be spared. For not even prayers
can suppress fate, only dead spirits are welcomed to the realm of the longer end of the rope...
Eliza Nicole Ananca (she/her) is a 17 year old HUMSS student in her first year of Senior high school.