It's Not Over

Not an audible sound but an attention getter nonetheless An inspiration, an impression, a message, a voice of sorts It came out of nowhere, from somewhere, from a special place It entered my ears, my mind, my spirit, the corridors of my heart Now would be a good time for answers because all I have are questions Was I to be a recepticle, a storage unit, a temporary holding place? Was it to me, for me, about me, or to, for, and about someone else? Three words were emphatically deposited into my sensory system, and Lest I busy myself and allow them to be forgotten, I quickly recorded them. "It's not over" were the three potent words that arrested and captured me. It was as if a little birdie came to lite on the side mirror of my vehicle as I was Sitting in wait for my wife. It was as if I asked the little birdie for the meaning of the three words he delivered to me, and his reply was, "Sorry, that's all I've got" and flew away. My mind then went to the baseball World Series of 1988. The score is 4 to 3 in favor of visiting team; facing the best "closer" in baseball,the home team is at bat with two outs and runner on second in the Bottom of the ninth. It's all but over, but it's not over. Batter, who can barely Run, hits home run. Home team wins 5 to 4. Now It's Over!