I know that I feel akin
to the idea of believing
that the frontier meeting
faith and conviction
is an eternal win
And I have felt God rising from under my skin
as if He were only a reflection
needing another look-in
But I know it is a lasting communion
between morning and evening
as if sunrise and sunset
coalesce in illuminations of moments, yet
with the solemnity and celebration of death
I recall the instance, yet
when, as a child, I met
an apparition, so telling and solid
that it inflamed open my eyelids
It was a striking white light
confronting, yet kind
And a silhouette of a face
spoke to me with immense grace
And I was told to behold
the rudiments of my life
that would be replete with much strife
And it said that all that would be offered and could be begotten
should be gently ridden
I never reckoned then
that all these promises at every step of my life
would be baits that I would never bite
And resign myself to a poverty, yet war
Always seeing beyond what I saw
Yes, the difficulty was cultivated
by me, as much as it was fated
And I know, the light that I saw then
has left me with no shadow of doubt
that I have had to, and will have to, just that way live it out!
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