The Gifted One

Two Minutes

Reincarnated somewhere in time

Graced the floors of Heaven as time stood still to rewind

Saw how the stars fall under God’s mighty hands

I’ve tasted the afterlife which no human will ever come to understand

Within the galaxy there lies the realm of earth

In between the celestial calling where souls rebirth

Two minutes is a lifetime when you are not here nor there

Souls crying from the pit of hell no hope, no redemption of prayer

The Reaper speaks of death haunting notes

Ordained by Archangel Azrael separating the sheep from the goat

The window to the soul’s reflection only God truly knows

The sands of time have immobile its flow

Animated time becomes the show

You understand the plight of wings

Of man, of the sacred belief of women, but as God calls, his angelic things

The spiritual calling of not every human being

I tell you this, no time for lies

Lost and found, back on earth, reborn, soul hidden in disguise

You may not understand, I do not at times

So many questions on earth, never provided the whys

When I close my eyes, all I see is a sham of time, not noted to ever feel right

Wake up to greet the world, death and starvation, where is that blinding light

To keep our souls out the Horns’ venomous battling plight

Riddles in life we ask of self

The gray area is where the subconscious has been placed on a temporary shelf

Is this it, the body’s only consumption of life

Praying for the afterlife, when all we do is wallow in continuous strife

Oh God if you can only see through the veil of my third spiritual eye

Nothing truly matters in this world worth cherishing, when time slowly slides by

No more time to rewind, be kind, or relax your mind

Death knocking at your door

Scared to succumb, fear of the unknown after world

The expiration of reality stripping the layers of the soul

Naked, feeble-minded as a child, the spirit is left to cajole

A higher awareness the spirit briefly patrols

Not ready, then earth once again you shall console

Two minutes suspended is a lifetime

Thank God, another chance given to me by His reincarnated designs

Comments1

  • The Gifted One

    The only reply in my head that comes to mind is, You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman, a complimented song, of the late Aretha Franklin. Thanks for reading handsome one. Have a great day, off day for me…yippy

    The Gifted One



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