Rise Up from Broken GlassA Poem by Luis GabrielOne of the best pieces I have written in a while...I am cracking at the seams of my skin, Cracking like the human body suffering Under winter’s cold dry rage. I am splintering Angrily like wood carrying too much weight.
I am a million little shards of glass held Together and glued but ready to break Should anyone decide to give the final crash, One last strike to send shards to a final smash
I am at the edge of infinity wondering how I got here and why infinity feels a bit like heartache Had a heart attack. Pulling the huge shard of glass Out slowly I realize it wasn’t infinity that hurt so much…
I looked at the glass in amazement, written in blood Was the word “love”. I looked out in front of me only To find that infinity had left me and had been replaced By a sea of red glass, as far as the eye could see
The glass rose up like the sea, and before me its face Spoke its piece gently: “Child, get up and hold fast, all Pains, like the seasons, pass. You have yet to see what Will become of many promises that have yet to be”.
A breeze swept by me easily, soothingly it then picked Up into a wind, which picked up the red glass sea It rose into the air majestically, tsunami-like in both Power and size, over me it began to rise.
With eyes wide and full of fear I realized that my Life would seize if it should crash down on me It would spear me through. “Ironic” I thought, “just as Love tends to do” and above me, red glass flew.
The wind had become a gale, the kind that destroys Masts and sails, sending sailors flying into frozen depths As for the bloody glass sea? It became a monster of a wave Like a kraken risen from a watery grave, it came.
There was no where to run and no where to hide for its Shadow overreached the sight of my eyes and so I stood In silent terror, I stared at the rising flood. I watched in Derision, as bloody glass steadily filled up my vision.
So it was that love overtook me, helpless and afraid There was no turning back from the coming razor-like Rain. That red tsunami wall finally fell over me and glass Rained down, I cowered in fear, as it fell all around.
A miracle ensued, a phenomena without explanation, Not a single shard struck me, the Lord was my salvation Instead the glass struck the ground all around me, some Pieces as big as whales, as I got up and turned around
Everything was unveiled, from my eyes someone had taken The scales, for all around me was cracked dry earth, to be Specific a desert. I was in the middle of a desert filled with Huge pieces of bloody glass sticking up from the ground
Like monuments from the past they stood. Some of them Small, some medium, and some as big as a ship is tall. I looked around and took it all in mouth wide open with awe, In front of this desert I stood watching as the blood melted
From glass and began to steadily stream dripping to the ground As it streamed the glass began to gleam in sun’s light like mirrors It showed me myself, I was fascinated, until streams of blood Distracted me from these visions. For as they reached the ground
They began to burn the earth and make rivulets that traveled Ever south as if migrating constantly to the end of a rivers’ mouth, They traveled, continued, flowed still and as they went it seemed Like the earth had its fill, for as they traveled the desert seized
In what was previously dry earth grew plants and even trees, Moss, flowers surrounded by bees, every where wooded Forrest Replaced a dry hell I followed little streams to see where they went Finding that their traveling was time well spent; that blood gave life
No matter where it went, it gave and soaked into the earth Until dry waste now had worth. I followed only to find that Streams joined and gave way to a gentle river that was clean No longer blood but water, you could tell how the wasteland fell.
Fell upside down and flipped right side up, like an hour glass Rewinded, the land had sipped its fill of love, until like grace, Rain fell down from clouds so dark, it would seem that the The land had been repaired much like a patched up heart…
I happened to look back behind as I went, and saw that the Huge glass that had rent the ground, was no longer there Almost as if serving its purpose, it went away, receded like The sea back to whence it came, waiting to be called again
Turning forward in front of me a wooded haven stood and Spoke as the sea saying, “Peace, friend, see I have made A home, a refuge for you to sleep in for when arrows are Loosed and swords shine. For you are mine, not to be taken
Nor swallowed by the sea, this is how it shall be” In front of me Was rest and a home, in front of me was a fortress where I would Never be alone. Through the canopy of the wooded clearing The sun shone on a boulder, a stone… Made of glass?
I looked down on it and I read aloud, I found my reflection saying Back to me “Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up listen to what I have To say today. Perhaps my words do not thunder like love. Perhaps They are not strong enough but hear me anyway when I say
Rise Up! Rise Up! The Lord is on His way.” © 2009 Luis GabrielFeatured Review
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