Amazing Grace

A good friend of mine, who was a pimp, married one of his girls, had a mess of kids, and became the champion of his neighborhood. He was raised in tar shack with 22 siblings.

Amazing Grace

My blind brother sees just as clearly,

As those with better eyesight, ever see,

Because he sees, that which is not seen.

Amazing Grace, that will comfort him,

For all the rest of his days and beyond.

He assures me angels watch over him,

And, despite being totally agnostic,

I really and truly, do believe him;

Having met some of them myself,

Having known a few, in my time!

Having witnessed a few in action!

Sometimes I tell people you always know,

Whenever God, our Truth, or nature;

Or whatever you might like to call it,

Begins talking to you, boys and girls!

And, you need to pay more attention!

Stop yakking and pay more attention!

Focus more on whatever is happening!

Wake up, and smell the coffee brewing!

Stop doing whatever you may be doing,

Slap a little cold water, upon your face!

Attentive, to whatever is in our moment!

All thanks and praise for great loving truth!

All know bereft any heart truth is meaningless!

All know the sweet scent, of their own wild roses!

At long last, the bitter winter snow has all retreated!

At long last, the cleansing spring rains grace our world!

Sweet rains fall upon wild roses, blooming in the desert!

The waters of life reanimate my whole world yet again!

I reassure him my eyes will his for the rest of his days,

As if he were one of my own much beloved brothers;

Explaining that he is the man the rock in my life,

The one who I depend on.

Some say I am often humble,

But, it never really feels that way around him,

Because I cannot do other than to just be myself.

Accepting that I know, that the only thing I know,

Means I often know nothing except:

Mama calls and Papa is my rock!

Whenever I'm aware of amazing grace.