Head To The West Poem by Revvy Aina

Woke up one morning with a voice in his head
The world he was aware of to dust they were
Things that were in excess suddenly become rare,
Many overwhelmed with fear and despair
Water at that point was valued more than life itself
Buried in his thought he was led to a realm
Behold a sacred book buried under a mass of dust and rust,
He grabbed onto it and he was relinquished from “lost”;
The voice in his head, ceaselessly kept shouting
“Head to the WEST” “Head to the WEST”
That’s where heaven-on-earth rest
His mind kept roaring like a bear
Walked through the valley of the shadow of death yet
He strolled through it like he was having sex
Thirty year gone still on the quest
“I walk by faith and not by sight” he said
His faith was like his own sacred crest
No matter the situation he still felt like he was blessed,
At the point of death all he thought about was his sacred test
The entire bible stored in his head so he saw no-limitations ahead
Read chapter after chapter of the Bible for thirty years,
“Many stare at the Bible daily yet they lack knowledge of it’s capacity” he said.
Stranded in a desert yet all his mind could alter was “WEST”
” HEAD TO THE WEST”, “HEAD TO THE WEST”
That’s where your heaven-on-earth rest
He excelled in his sacred test and to heaven, he departed to rest.