Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

A Poem For Me

I woke up at midnight, thinking that I would be at  another place
But reality was staring me once more in my naked face
Everyone has come and gone, leaving me stretched
thin on the dry lawn 

and the wall enclosd around me, 
did not offer any form of sympathy,
and so I turn my head toward
ceiling and saw the promise
 hanging there waiting for you
to come and seal the bond

and suddenly my  heart began to fear
no one can remove it until destiny come and prove it
I see them coming and going 
humming the early morning hymn
But no one is coming to my side 
I can feel my kenethic energy
flowing with  the tide,

And somewhere in the deep I can hear your voice calling out to  me and the  Bishop of canterbury prostrate on the ground in the church vestry with tears running from his eyes  and seeking solace for his soul.

I am still here watching and listening to everything that is
transpiring over there  and when my heart is full,
 I meditate in the  dark
and something more powerful than  me
comes out and touch me

It's just two hours since I closed my eyes
And found the angels standing by my side
with an unseen surprise

one with thirteen stripes painted on its face
And a straw blowing soap bubbles all over the  place
And a cake elvated on a stand and everyone
gather around me singing a jubilant song

I suddenly remember that it was a special day
when the stars, the moon and the sun become one
And pull me up me out of the deep 
and we finally meet to celebrate this poem  with me

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