Junk

Junk

She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves below.
She was sure no one would miss her,
They wouldn't even know.

Alone in a sea of people,
Blissfully unaware.
She was all but invisible,
No one knew she was there.

There were never any answers,
Just confusion and strife.
Like a piece of cosmic garbage,
Living a useless life.

She wondered if the fall would hurt,
Would she suffer at all?
What if she managed to survive,
Left crippled by the fall?

Perhaps people would notice then,
Though they'd try not to stare.
She wouldn't be invisible,
At least they'd see the chair.

Then from behind her came a voice,
"Don't do this!" it implored.
A little girl stood all aglow,
An angel from the Lord.

"Mommy, I can't let you do it.
You're worth more than you know.
If your life ends, mine can't begin;
I'll lose my chance to grow!"

The apparition startled her;
A child she never bore?
She couldn't see how this could be,
But needed to know more.

The child became a teenager,
And addressed her again.
"I'll need your patient wisdom when
My rebel years begin."

She watched the vision change once more,
To a young woman now.
She said: "Who will plan my wedding,
The day I take that vow?"

Again the apparition changed,
And took her by the hand.
An old woman who made a pledge,
To help her understand.

Suddenly, all around her stood
People, both young and old.
"Each of these is your descendant."
'Twas a sight to behold.

But when the images faded,
Only the child remained.
Saying: "Mom do you understand,
The things I have explained?"

"There's a reason for every life.
From the king to the drunk.
And every soul is important,
For God does not make junk."

With that, the vision disappeared,
And finally she knew;
Every person has a purpose;
God has a plan for you.