The Pepperman
I OPENED A DOOR TO A WORLD UNKNOWN.
I WAS POISED TO ENTER, ALL ALONE.
I GAVE MYSELF, A SIMPLY SUGGESTION.
TO ASK MYSELF, AN IMPORTANT QUESTION.
WITH A JOURNEY BEFORE ME, YET TO BE SEEN.
AM I AWAKE AND ALIVE OR ASLEEP IN A DREAM?
I CROSSED THE THRESHOLD, IT'S COMPLETELY DARK.
I HAD THIS FEELING, OF A WALK IN THE PARK.
I HEARD A VOICE, SOFT AND SOOTHING.
I WAS STANDING STILL, YET I FELT I WAS MOVING.
I CAN'T SEE A THING. IT'S DARKER THAN NIGHT.
IS THIS HEAVEN OR HELL,WITHOUT ANY LIGHTS.
I FELT THE TOUCH, OF A WARM GENTLE HAND,
AND THE WORDS FOLLOW ME TO UNDERSTAND.
I FELT PEPPERED WITH LOVE, WITHOUT DEMANDING,
AS WE JOURNEYED THROUGH TIME AND UNDERSTANDING.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016
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