i am a young man
finally grown old
a seer
whose eyes have been opened
a sage
introspective
released and divine
ask me
"what is the meaning of life"
call me
to educate
insist that i write
for healing and instruction
push me to demonstrate the power and judgement of God
and
i will touch your brow softly
with the back of my hand
kiss your cheek
squeeze your hand
and sing
Mike, I've re-read this several times ... I enjoyed the flow and message of this ... I especially loved the last stanza. To grow wise, and then to share that wisdom, is there greater purpose?
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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