Sunday, January 1, 2012

Let It Be Done Unto Me

The sun rose,
I was in my cave
Just like everybody.
My face don't stand out;
I am not special

Then Gabriel came and greeted me.
He placed into my heart
A burning coal.
And I was on fire.

I enjoyed the fire;
I could even breath flames!
Gabriel placed more coal.
I was consumed.

Like a log rolling down the mountain,
so my soul started journeying-
only upwards,

My spirit was flying,
I thought I had wings
Only to realize I was crawling
my way to top.

And I thought,
"Who cares if I crawl?"
The coal fueled my soul
I want to reach the top.

And there were sharp stones along my way.
I was wounded but still strove
But my soul soon grew tired.
I looked at the souls above me
and wondered,
"Why not now?"

I tried crawling faster.
I tried using my legs.
I tried using my arms.
"How long shall I wait?
How long shall I suffer?"

I gave up.

Then my soul became a log
Rolling down the mountain
This time it's really going down.
It was stormy, it was very dark.
I thought I'm dying.

I placed a veil upon my face
And struggled to go up.
Only to find greater rocks
Ready to crush me.
I became a Zechariah
and no longer believed.

And I bathed my wounds
With my bitter tears.
I was in deep pain
yet I asked for more pain.

I started to pity myself
And hit myself with sharp rocks
Then Gabriel came to my rescue
And talked to me with strong words,
like the whirlwind.

"It's not good
that you spend your night in crying"
But I didn't listen
and cried a river of sorrows.

"With God, nothing is impossible."
Then Gabriel placed hot coal into my heart.
I experienced tremendous power.
"The Lord is with you," he smiled at me.

Then, gently, he carried me,
And with his wings we flew
Up, up, towards the teal sky
I closed my eyes to feel the wind upon my face.
Then Gabriel was gone.

And I saw myself on God's palm;
He's lifting me up!
Joy invaded my soul,
Then I rested.

The sun was shining so bright
Yet it wasn't very hurting.
Little clouds came to sing me lullabies.
This is paradise.

And the Lord whispered, "My child, wake up."
I saw the heavens open.
From the gate I saw lots of angels flying.
The angels filled the skies.

The Lord said, "Look down."
Then I saw that the tears I've shed
became the waters for the thirsty deer.
Then I looked heavenwards.

I entered the gate.
I closed my eyes.
He mumbled,
"Our home."