I Come (A Poem)

Photo by Tom Grasso
Photo by Tom Grasso

 

First, I was conceived by others…

Then, I was born…

Created by the image of man in his likeness, vilified, subjugated at the hands of those protesting such love for me.

 

Suddenly…the ground beneath me shook

 

And I suffered,

And I died,

And I was forgotten.

 

Suddenly…the ground around me shook

 

And I leapt into life anew…

Reborn to light, giving praise to the oceans and mountains surrounding me…

Finally, to feel the beat of a gentle song…

Finally, to hear the praise of the westward wind…

Finally, to live myself to Heaven’s gates…

I come.

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