It was the wisest of men that
Divine Light guided them to He,
Of all nations of earth,
they were the wisest three,
This Blessed Soul appeared to answer laws divine,
His path was mysterious,
the purest one could find,
"Faith I shall find and all God's given strength,"
the carpenter's son once said.
And holding the sword of comfort,
slept tight at night in bed,
But this poor but humble Man reflects back
on His potent life,
Many times He was in danger,
He was poor, He was in strife,
But the kingdom this Man came from
had no gratifying justice,
Only wealthy ruling the poor
and promising freedom by saying "trust us,"
It was a time when blood was worthless
and only the noble had the wealth,
That is why the seed of determination
inside His heart flourished-
To posses the value and balance
of His life's gratifying health,
His Father had once said to Him that
'man is made in God's image,"
This he remembered,
it was His driving force,
His soul's hope was never damaged,
Then he felt inside that He needed to go,
Where He would go He did not know,
but His heart felt it would be His
only chance to grow,
Though the people scoffed Him leaving,
little did they know,
It would be this Man whose heart was filled with Light that
they would turn to whether friend or foe,
The absence of this Man stretched from year to year,
They saw nothing of Him,
but of His popularity reached their ear,
Far away in a distant land He had become His own king,
Not by punishing His people,
but by fairness ruling over everything,
And soon this humble carpenter's son built an empire of His own,
By day, by night,
He made people welcome;
they felt it was their home,
When word reached His hometown,
the leaders were skeptical to believe,
That after a simple lifetime,
a man no more than a carpenter's son had an empire under heed,
His advice to the deteriorating
kingdom He once called His own,
(That ruled by the sword and not the pen,
which caused Him to leave home) was: -
"By sword and malice you have ruled,
but never made any haste,
Now I tell you people,
your lives are all at waste,
For nothing more than faith and love
can an empty kingdom reject,
This I cannot tolerate,
to this My soul objects,"
This simple man who could not even
afford to live in comfort
believed in words so pure,
The angel of love was His dominion
and through material detachment did His
nobility endure.
One night the ruler of the original
land sunk deep into a haunting vision,
It was not one of love he saw;
it resembled the mirror image of treason,
Upon waking he looked around
and it was obvious his own kingdom was collapsed,
Then as jealousy grew into hate,
he remembered his enemy's reason,
For the carpenter's son had prophesied
"once your empire sinks down low yours
will be a nightmare,
Just look at yourself and acknowledge
your fore fathers ignorance,
Only if you do so will your misguidance impair!"
And although this ghost haunted him,
he still did not change,
He walked in the ancient shadow of punishment,
his thirst was filled with rage,
Now wishing to torture this Man of free will,
They send for His blood,
they wanted Him killed,
Upon arrival, this Man in chains,
close to death and so weak,
Was able to murmur some words as He tried to speak,
"O king, your answer for leadership
comes not from punishing me hither.
The simple truth is my friend,
every time you look at yourself,
you will see Me in the mirror!"
Then to the sky's He glanced
and was heard to utter in anguish...
"Their request from past ages has
been for Your words so divinely true,
Punish them not, O Lord,
for they know not what they do"
And so as this humble son of a carpenter
was laid to rest,
A generation stood thirsting for guidance
from someone else.
As the mountains corroded into valleys
and stars dwindled into a dimmer,
The passing generations ponder as to what happened to this
'life-giver's' return,
For He had promised He would return from mountains up high,
From land-to-land and sea-to-sea His presence would draw nigh,
In the veil of expectation His disciples
awaited His return from "the Light,"
But their eagerness failed to recall
His words "I will return unto you
like a thief in the night"
And so as the spirit of human anticipation glances
to the skies regretfully,
It ponders to itself
'why are all men made equal, even in the cemetery?'
Man's reasoning was innocent but his heart unfocussed,
Causing the abyss of ignorance
to dry the divine well of water which our souls thirst for in need,
The acts so worthy of a divine Prince
were not laid and buried to decompose,
they were freed,
So where was this Soul
who wore the crown of virtue
and possessed all the glory, honor and fame?
To this the angel of truth testifies...
"It lies within the graveyard of civilization,
and you saw it many times
but did not recognize...
it was the grave with no name" |
