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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 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

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2017

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