Stronger than the eagle
Faster than a fired arrow from bent bow
Deadlier than the Sub-torpedo
I soared high to heights unknown
Saw serene sights unimagined
and drank from sacred brooks as the Unicorns.
Run, oh run…I flew and glided above,
Fly, oh fly on…so high above I soared.
Like a hammer of Thor aimed to blow away Mighty Everest
It came down like thunder bolt from the thickest of the storm clouds;
and bang! Pounded hard on my heart.
Like the Whip wielded by Legendary Hercules;
Swished and smashed with deadly precision;
It caught me dead.
It cut me off my hold.
Cut me down to my bare feet,
Down, back to reality.
Across the perverse Plain,
Vast as a day vision,
I saw children of the world desolate holding out hand for dime
Women broken, shame soaked in a ravaged waste…
Men all wounded, bloodied, pained and in painted pain;
This whole world…
Seemed one messy mass:
All was bloody and crooked.
The big finger of blame pointed out that in my pride;
I didn’t do that which I should do,
But that which I shouldn’t, did.
I turned around, awakened by tremors and sudden strange sounds around me;
saw myself on the life mirror;
the inner real me,
the outer broken me.
The pompous, proud-ful, pathetic me.
My hands held up the shattered world I created,
My legs shook, heavily chained on a dry, darkened doomed earth
No! No! No! Nooo……………….!
My wings were broken.
A heavenly hand reached out,
A life giving breathe breezed into my dead-ness.
My heart got back a godly music beat
And lifeless hands got sense back and up,
I held a delicate seedling of the legendary Mustard,
With word round its young shoot written, encrypted in royal gold;
Little One, start again. Grow up son. I give thee another chance.
I watch over yee from Yonder.
Then, a majestic voice;
That voice of a Lord of Lords, commanded:
“Go fulfill thy purpose
For the hour is nigh…”