His Words

The words He spoke fell upon my ears and rang throughout my mind. The words did echo a joyous sound within my head's confines. His words wiped clean my slate of wrongs and calmed my horrid fears. And As they took him with intentions of harm. I felt my eyes let go a tear. And within my heart then burns a fire it's flame it does not yeild. It stokes the glowing embers that lay within my soul And fills my being with love and yearns for passion still. I watched from afar as he took a path, one chosen by none at all. A rocky path of sweat and blood upon which he knew He'd fall. Not once nor twice but three or more his face did strike the ground. Each time he hit I felt the shame and the fears of those around. The weight He bore was of many, mine included too. As he walked a path not taken by any where he died for me and you. David Gary Pennington