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.”
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