The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -17

I never wanted to be your mighty mouthpiece I never asked to be the morning trumpet in the troubled town or the prophet clown that would be scorned from all around, I just wanted to be a mason like my forefathers before me to build homes and temples with honest tools that my heart could handle to have a family that could worship you with a love that would never need to lean, but you demanded that I go to Nineveh speaking to me like some inflexible father pushing me with the wind scolding me with a stubborn sun chilling me in the nervous night so I ran, I ran to the sea so I could be me found a ship sailing for Italy, but your wrath found me on the water tossed the ship to tip and there I was adrift worried that this was it, swallowed by a whale thinkin that I failed I prayed to you with passion pled to be undead, you, oh Lord, brought me back to the living, your mercy taught me about the calling, in my second chance I received my first glance of this great gift, to you, oh Lord, I look for love... J.A.B. I began composing this composition on April 24th, and have completed it, through the grace of Providence at 2:39 am on May 24th, 2017...30 continuous days, approximately 120 hours of intellectual labor. This poem is inspired by, and dedicated to the great men and women of the Old Testament, and to the divine genius of Michelangelo Bounarroti and his masterwork of the Sistine Chapel...Justin A. Bordner