A Divine Intervention

The corner is snug, but cold-
Yet then,
What difference is that?
The sounds in the room
Rumble like thunder
From the distant discord of the haunting dead
That float freely above me
To stomp upon my head.
I long to crawl
Upon by bed
To seek sanctuary neath the covers
But as I make haste to move
I find it true that where shadows roam
And things go bump in the night;

So too do they find refuge
Neath the harbor
Of my bed with fright,
Floating,
Coming forth
To and fro from neath to up
To closet to wall
Big and fat,
Short and small,
But all,
All

Swim in sheer delight
To take what is left
Of the fractured night
Before dawn’s daylight
And shout
And fly and fly
To make angels die
As I
Take knife and cut
Willing to obey
The voices I hear
As spirits stop and stay
And say,
"Tis over now
The battle’s through,
You fought the fight
Nothing more to do."

The knife is sharp,
The pain is quick
The blood flows out
And puddles form;
The feeling of euphoria
Cannot be described
And visions of my life
Fly floating in my eyes
As I cry
And I cry
"Oh God!"
I want to die."

But then a brightness shining
The light does fill the room
And sprits float towards me
To chase away the gloom-
I know not what the angels see
And if they really be,
But they fly and float about
And chase the darkness in the way
And pause to look,
And pause to say
"Not yet my son,
Not yet this day."

I cry I tear and then a flood,
With death so near
Why must I stay
As angels come
And Angels pray.
"Oh God!" I shout
To my dismay-
Not again
Not another day-
I don’t wish to stay!
What right have you to save
Me from myself?"

To which a silent word
Burns in my heart
And quakes a dying soul-
"You are mine
No longer ask
I sent you here
To do a task,
As anger fills your heart
And torment stave your soul
My spirit abides within you
And you must pay the toll.
Now rise up from this corner
The bandages you need
Are not to stop blood flowing
But to sooth a ravished soul,
And I,
Only I,
Am the one too say
Of which one day

The you may
Return to stay,
From whence you came
To where you belong;
The pain is great
But worth the wait,
Rise up my son
And face your fate,
I promise only what I make
So trust me now
It’s worth the wait."