In Waiting

Cold winds rise forth from the all but black waters
Scattered with reflections of pale lights
As I stand on this platform poised against the night
Forced to wait upon a train

From this small ledge men have lept
Into the darkest lights
A defyant departure
Leaving bystanders mortified

If I imagine
His last goodbyes
I might condemn him a Judas
I might contend that I could never be so bold

But the truth is
I have been that desperate
I've known such pain
And felt such shame

Every cold breath I draw is by grace
And each hard day a step of faith
May I never forget that life is the rarest blessing
Here comes my train