Jeremiah Is His Name

An empty room was the scenery to his death Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path All along yearning for his fathers attention A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection Anger flowed in his heart Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part All alone, at the bottom of the pit His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please" Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws At point zero he blacked out, he died In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah -God, father I have been seeking you all my life, Here I am Lord to serve You, My King. Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father. Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco