REFLECTION

This is about the life of the Lightman. He came to me when I was just a teenage, and went inside of me after he told me we had buisness to do.

                                It rained for forty nights

                               And rained for forty days

 

                               And everything in its path

                               The water washed away

 

                               Then the fish came down the chimney

                               And watching my TV

 

                               Said son you better move on out

                               This place belongs to me

 

                               So I climbed up on the rooftop

                               And shimmed up a tree

 

                               I hug on to the tip top

                               That water ain’t getting me

 

                               The wind started blowing

                               And that tree started to shake

 

                               I thought me and the reaper

                              Hooked up for a date

 

                              The water keep arising

                              And I got really scared

 

                             When I ran out of the tree to climb

                              I climbed right up the air

 

 

                              I bumped into an angel

                              He said how do you do

 

                              I said angle you better get out of my way

                             Or I’ll run right over you

 

                             Cause that water’s getting higher

                             And it washed away my sin

 

                             And if I can get to the highest ground

                              I know that I can win

 

                              So I started up the mountain

                             Climbed over a boulder rock

                             Continued on my run

 

                            I heard a voice coming from the light

 

                             Open up

                              Let him in

                              He is my son

 

                              So I went in and sat down

                              Someone handed me a plate

 

                              He said

                              I been waiting for you son

                             And you’re not a minute late

 

                             So eat and drink and I’ll tell you

                             What is on my mind

 

                             The army is gathering

                             They’re all standing in a line

 

                             All the men of all the world

                             Are running out of time

 

                             They call it Armageddon!

                             The end is getting near

 

                             And there won’t be many left

                             My son

                             This my greatest fear

 

                             And after all destruction

                             Take this fiery chariot of light

 

                             Lay hands upon the rock of the dome

                             Set eye's upon the east

 

                              And kill the horrid beast

 

                              And with all the love

                              And all the power

                              Restore a thousand years

                             Of peace

 

 

                                     The Lightman,

 

                        GEORGE GARRETT ANASTASIA

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. World seem to be heading on a bad road. I like the story and the wisdom in the final lines in the poem. A excellent poem.