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In
an ancient land where strength was measured by the skill of the sword,
lived a young poor child,
He
was a carpenter’s son and held opposing views to that of the current sinful
and ignorant majority.
He
was different to all and destiny directed Him to ‘raise the dead’ amongst
men.
The
‘dead’ symbolizes the essence of the people who were blinded from the Divine
Light in society as a result of materialism and greed.
In
society, a fine distinction exists between the ‘living’ and the ‘dead.’
In the case of the latter, it is likened to a graveyard upon which God
alone through His mercy can revive its patrons.
His
story is as follows: -
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 deciples 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…”
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