In A Moment - By Rudo Nyangulu

It is in the last moment of life;
As the final curtain begins to close,
That we see the truth of who we are,
The frailty of our station whether rich or poor,
The irrelevance of the 98% of the mundane things we filled our days with;
The irreversability of a life spent in the obligatory rudiments of day to day,
In a life-less manner masquerading as a true calling --

It is in this raw moment of self realisation,
That the hopes and dreams of tomorrow flash before our eyes
As we find ourselves wondering how we are to prepare for what comes next,
Or rather realise we have failed to prepare.
You see, what comes next was never part of that 98%
And the remaining 2% was reserved for denial or self recrimination or both,
Without any reactionary change coming through;
As a result of who we became acquainted with in the mirror of our souls...
This is the moment when we realise that all that glittered was not gold
When our lives are revealed as having been filled with ridiculous cleché's,
The kind that would be unsuitable for anything more than to be forgotten,
Our lives along with them...

In this final moment of self revelation,
We consider how the end would have been different
Had we opted to take the road less traveled --
The road leading to our Creator,
Our hope
Our SALVATION