“My story be told #3”

“My story be told #3”

As
I peered in his eyes and he back in mine, my life’s story,

Continued it’s unfold,

I’ve
seen, “new” things; I’ve yet done in my life and forced, to relive,

(many),
the “old.”

Satisfied
with my past contributions and no regrets,

to
be presently had,

even showed an episode in life, when even with he,

I
had drawn mad.

I
in fact defied the will of true God, but even after then,

I
was forgave by he,

What
rights had I, to claim such status, against a man, a (God)

whom
had saved me?

He
passed to me, the bread offering of the body, I too he,

the
blood of his lamb son,

The
many things he would’ve taught me, I thought to myself,

before
this night would be done.

With
a full pad in one hand and a writing apparatus,

secured
in the other,

Man
to man, (we’ll have this talk) and today you are not my son,

but
instead my brother.

As
he flipped through pages, of this book, had he in hand, (not),

of
life but instead my beginning.

“For
this book which I have, is (ALPHA),” (he said) “in hand and
(OMEGA),

Which
will ear
mark, your
ending?”

As
he lay down this great book and command (North)
to look,

he
pointed and quietly muttered, “Behold.”

With
this (new)
knowledge in hand, I began questioning this man,

“So
my story by you, will be told?

A
star became day bright, one never before, since this night,

as
he to, begin to glow,

A
revelation said he, for tonight renders you free, as his hair,

released
to the wind, it’s (rites) to blow.

Your
questions said he, are both (few and many), though,

the
answers you seek, very well to me known.

For
as long as you speak, my name from your tongue, your walk,

will
never be alone.

Man
just as you, will come to know, that life was meant to be lived

in
its “God given cycle”

And
just as you, they will come to know and accept, death with life,

just
as Leona, Charles, Leon
and Michael….R.I.P

His
face became “brilliance
bright,” although,
“pitch,”
was it tonight,

As
I turned, to avoid the glare,

As
I reintroduced our acquaintance, I took a second look, (beyond) that,

of
a focusing stare.

Ready
to bow and give all praise to the greatest story teller of all times,

in
an all out prayer,

and
to add, to my already “holistic”
amazement, he was
surprisingly,

no
longer to be there.

So
I continue to push on, but by far, not ever alone……….To be continued,,,,