Half-past seven
Sabbath night
Somewhere, my friends are celebrating the way that they do
What was it that pulled me away from them?
Am I not one of the Jews?
I know that, with them, I could truly feel the Light of God in my soul
All around me
It was as though I was a beacon
Soaking in the ancient knowledge
Like a succulent
A sprig of fresh aloe
A cactus
Its flower, blossoming in the rays of the Sun
I had won an ongoing battle
It was what led me to my healing
I am convinced that I would not have made it alone
Then again, I never have been
I have always known God, somehow
I wanted to dive into the holy scriptures
Somewhere within, I know, would be the answers that I need to know
In black and white
No holding back
Submergence into a new epiphany
A pristine existence that has come slowly into being
Held back by monotony and a thousand understudies
Sheep trampling
Grazing
Ruining
my pasture
Animals trying to follow me to my ark
I\'m not sure where I am even going
Like I am singing my soul out in the pouring rain while dancing my ass off in the dark
A spark to ignite the Great Hearth Fire
Taking one last tour through the land of all that I desire
Tip-toeing across a high wire above all the circus clowns
Shining my light like a beacon
To pep up the step of my brothers and sisters who have fallen down
Painting every town I travel through some other color than the one that they have outgrown
Inviting the less fortunate into my zone
To lay their heads to rest
To have prophetic dreams
To enlighten their weary minds
To enhance their self-esteems
A beacon burning bright enough to bring all of the lost ships home
that were once swallowed up by the raging seas
4/22/2017