Life long theories and high school poetry

Through the process of backing up files on my computer because I was afraid it was going to die (it didn't, but it was touch and go), I found some stuff I wrote a while back. I thought I'd post this because, while not great as poetry goes, it does talk about one of my long running theories: that it's the moments, the small things added up, that make us who we are. It's so easy to blow off little decisions as inconsequential, but if we make too many of those decisions, we'll eventually find out that we're not the people we thought we were.

Ripples of a Moment

In the spirit of the moment,
I cast my life away.
The consequence of this,
I’ll take another day.

In the spirit of the moment,
I throw Your gift away.
You’re a little bit confusing,
I’ll find another way.

It can be said, and so it has,
That I have been a cad.
I have stabbed You in the back,
The friend I’ve always had.

In the spirit of the moment,
I turned my back to You.
Turned my heels to the dust,
Grew leather wings and flew.

And now my heart is leaden,
And now my soul is torn.
I have burnt the gates to heaven,
I have cursed the Holy One.

In Your spirit, not the moment,
I give my all to You.
I turn and shun the masses,
To join the blessed few.

In Your spirit, not the moment,
I beat my breast and weep.
I start upon a journey,
A path I cannot keep.

And so I look to You,
To guide me on my way.
The victor of Golgotha,
To hold me everyday.

In the spirit of the moment,
Saints and sinners fall.
The passing of a second,
Can cleave into us all.