The Night Visitor

Last night I got a visit from a historical figure I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was humbled, I thought I was hallucinating, was it a transfigure? Many questions bombarded my mind but why dominated each question, I was confused; “ Don't stand there mystified; time ticks by.” How were you able to stand when hate infused? “ I was mandated to walk in a thing called love,” Didn't that cause you to get used and abused? “ Yes, but my actions gave folks hope in spite of, all of the negativity that dominated their minds; positivity sparks change; it may also shove.” Your legacy remains; however, some are blind “ That's true; I came because you're woke.” Pardon me, may I somehow get reassigned? “ You may decline; you're chosen, I must invoke, my mantle is already in place for you to wear.” Chosen? I didn't ask to be; please don't provoke. “ I shall not; I came so that you will be aware of things that stir the depths of your soul.” We didn't talk much, was your visit to scare? “ I said what was most important; my only goal.” Can I take some time to process somehow? “ Time isn't guaranteed; you have no control.” This is too much for me; it seems like a vow “ It is; I must leave you now; goodbye, make a wise choice; put your hand to the plow.” Wait, I need more time; everything is so unclear “ You’ll be fine, just be brave and have no fear.”