Thread: The Question

Please beware: this one's loooooooooong.

THE QUESTION

Coming atop the hill,
looking over the distant harbour,
and the barges and ships
are lined up like strong crosses,
in places huge nails raised
dripping red with rust
on all four corners
bearing a symbol
representing an old Biblical
story and yet,
no one's listening.
Placid, slaves of sin,
walking the earth,
consuming the world,
and I wonder why
nothing shines, nothing glistens,
everything barren,
a desert
of concrete specs and haze.
I am one of them,
straying away,
thinking to myself,
and I am watching
the barges and ships
next to the horizon
and with the sight
of crosses,
I turn my eyes
toward Heaven.
And I ask,
"Who am I,
what am I?"

Is that a light,
pulling apart
those cloudy gates,
pouring its splendor
upon the earth,
and why am I
in the center of it?
We're all fools,
broken, useless
unfortunates
discarded
in the curse
of consumption,
but maybe
there are others like me,
searching, waiting,
led astray
because they know
that something's not right.
Some of them
understand what I'm
trying to find,
yet I can't find them,
hidden from my view,
a spec of gold
in a desert of sand,
and I can see them,
but I can't
find them
because I am blind.
And I ask,
"Who am I,
what am I?"

Look at
the unfortunates,
ignoring the barges,
passing by
with blank expressions
spread across their faces,
seized by temptations,
a veil of darkness
pulled down
to hide those aspects
so placid.
Scattered throughout
this world,
they walk
the easy path
of the sinful life,
wanderers
of a dark forest
of fire,
yet there are those
who know truth,
who know
this Biblical significance.
Yet, in any case,
it is the same old thing,
the same day,
same week, same month,
year, world, life,
and time wears on,
spinning its wheel,
the Wheel of Life,
from birth,
to child,
to adult,
to elderly,
to death,
and beyond death,
beyond that
last stepping stone
of life
into magnificence,
or Hell,
that vast eternity
of forever and ever,
never-ending,
a continuous motion.
And I ask,
"Who am I,
what am I?"

Time,
the cycle of life,
Immortality,
living for eternity...
Eternity...
forgiveness for my sins;
they are all here,
the people
who understand the message,
who see as I see
that something,
something
is not right
with the world.
And I see
from atop the hill,
the barges and ships
lined up like strong crosses
in places huge nails raised
dripping red with rust
on all four corners
of each one
bearing a symbol
representing an old Biblical
story,
and people are listening.

I had
asked the question,
the answer
lying within me,
and little by little,
it is revealed to me,
told to me,
by the supernatural
Life, Omniscient, All-powerful,
and I am forgiven
for Eternity.
And I ask,
"Who am I,
what am I?"