PIERCING THROUGH THE FOG

The most profound words 
Ever uttered about my life
Wilford Barker is dead

Words that forced 
The known and unknown 
To pause and take note 
To ask questions about the deceased

I am now the center of attention 
The headline of conversation 
The topic introduced 
If for a moment 

But I can hear you, I can see you
My spirit remains in your midst 
Having seven days to be prepared 
For my eternal journey and return 
To the One that had loaned me life

I paid close attention to my audience 
As family and friends uttered my name 
It was shocking and surprising to hear 
Words of kindness, appreciation, and love
Even from my known enemies in life

Why didn't you touched my ear
With the grace of your tongue 
In my moment of discouragement 
Your hands that are now holding bouquet of flowers 
Has never embraced my broken soul

The last of questions I've asked myself 
In many final moments of transmission 
From mortal to immortality 
While my fading eyes 
Pierces through the fog.

Wilford Barker.