Born a pauper to a Poet
A man has come to life
Never knew where he belonged
Amidst the massive strife.
He begged and solemnly did plead
He prayed for all he thought he’d need
He finally stood – began to walk
Humbled himself and ceased to talk
A search of sands, stars and moon
Oceans vast – the brightest noon
Among the people, animals and trees
He shed his skin unto the breeze
Then he became enrobed in white
He stood a beacon in the night
In all he learned upon his quest
As he was poor was as he blessed
Blind and noble to his cause
He overcame all earthly laws
He finally spoke a verse of One
A holy mergence with the Sun
A Name was given – the planet shook
Black water stains Jehovah’s Book
It is best that all Truth be Fact
As every Soldier must stay intact
The Secret lives within every Leaf
It can’t be read by liar nor thief
O’ beloved David withstand the lows
A Mother’s love within you grows
Your days are but a metaphor
A stepping stone to another Shore.
In all of this you would delight
If you only knew wrong from right.
A Teacher waits with gentle voice
Whispering you have a choice.
Ciera S. Louise c. January 29, 2009