A Vision Of Virtue Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis

Once upon a balmy, moonbathed night ~
The tenderest dream, so heavenly bright
Wooed me in my mind’s gentle embrace.
While a spirit framed in most lovely face ~
Manifested itself from such a distant place.
Lo, it would now bestow me with grace ~
That I may know in life my destined place.

Alas, beyond this ocean of dreams ~
Spirit beckoned me near in a lullaby theme.
While it whispered melodiously in my ear ~
In pledge, my soul to free it of all my fear.
Promising to protect and soothe my tears ~
Well past these years, in Heaven’s sphere.
Entranced in dream, much like King Lear.

'Come, precious child of mine', it said ~
As the voice of this seraph calmly read
Mine life herewith shall forevernow be ~
While I shook in fear, my heart a'dread.
Bereft of sense, how I loathed to tread ~
Mine stormiest tempest of life just ahead
From days of yore till inevitable eternity.

Then mine Book of Life He deftly opened ~
Echoes of an infant time, youth to repine.
Pages of ages turning to the soul sublime ~
Revealing my dross and loss in this lifetime
And the perilous path of mine life so broken.
For the Holy Sprit bestoweth me with a token.
Of God’s Love eternal, as His halo shined.

‘Twas now the moment there in time I froze ~
As my spirit now severed from my body rose
To faraway spaces in our universe hidden ~
And places henceforth until now forbidden.
Mine soul now adrift 'cross this roving rift
Bearing and sharing a vision's virtuous gift ~
And foretelling secrets bidden; I was miffed.

Dazed by a deluge of time, this time I shook ~
Gentle spirit bade me gaze at this cryptic book.
'Mine child, learn from this life’s course to take ~
Thou must heed virtues and amends must make.
Behold, your Book of Life’s sanctified pages ~
Consider anew the wisdom of these aged sages.
Journey beyond, till sojourn’s end draws nigh.'

Moon silhouetted its gossamer gown behind me ~
While every star beamed through Thy holy form.
As hues gushed by to blind me in arrant delight ~
Amidst that stormiest of nights, devoid of sight.
Soaring in flight, I viewed its wondrous aplomb ~
Purveyor of peace, spawned from Mary’s womb.
I hath been blessed this tender eve in mine room.

Comes now the hour hearken the loveliest Psalm ~
Of the silent light illuminating me, serene and calm.
The firmament finally cast, His Love was my alms.
I mused, erstwhile my thoughts yearned to compile ~
Averse to beguiled, and loath to rile in refined style.
Alas, this angel was Heaven’s friend of visions yenned ~
For truth to lend toward spirit vile flailed by mine pen.

Then I witnessed wakening of a thousand thunders ~
Reviling the manacles that bound my soul to go under.
I knowest that thy Book of Life fortells mine destiny ~
To be a healer in this lifetime and set the suffering free.
'Twas the hour of power whence I found peace within ~
For mind Book of Life showed truths akin to spiritual win
Into which I was now immersed and cleansed of mine sin.

Hallowed truth was found and bound to affront that day ~
Thenceforth to solitude it resigned me in a miraculous way.
For those who yearn to learn their place in life, ‘tis so true ~
Ye shall discover this through prayer from depth inside you.
When ye turns to the Holy One to inquire of thine own calling ~
On Earth, know ye shall find your answer in words appalling
In thy Book of Life, whence thou wilst no longer be stalling.

*'I am reminded that man, once and always, is a traveler of this infinite cosmic lair ~
Leaning back in my chair I sense my smile, because I know I had come from there.
From spheres and shapes embracing a cosmic quake of solar system beyond compare ~
Betwixt and between this rising star-studded scene, my cosmic self becomes aware.'*