Good Sign of the Times

There was nothing in his case

showing him the path to salvation

everything was unpredictable but

not elusive, knew the best of times

teaching him how to live in a

land flowing with milk and honey

which he couldn't find but was concealed

in the depth of the earth yet he had

the energy to carry out his task that

deceived him from the bottom of his

heart, he calmed the vicious waters of

his life, as he was promised the earth

he never knew where to find his gift

because all was not meant to be delivered

to him.

The was a raging war that couldn't be contained

yet he was ferocious, not brutal in a sense

victorious and capable to end the 

resurrection that was before him, it was

an act of savagery that was showing him

his pathway that came to him in the dead

of night and he wondered why the was

no rain while the azure flamed it's wings

his life was based on the truth of fairness

and justice and his life was made possible

according to the dictates of the weather.

He mounted the donkey that had lost it's

weight and strength, flogging it upon the

donkey-route and the journey seemed an

endless precarious path to undertake, the

world was his, it was in his  hands to pick

or throw away the tools of life

he was blessed with years on his forehead  

a sign of patience and perseverance a great

gift of life that dwells in the inner circle of

life, there was no cowardice but determination

giving life everything that it required.

He saved his life from disaster and never

contested or pleaded with his foes. He created

myths that confused the earth. Everything

in his life was good.