Jacob Bland

Rookie - 12 Points (Mission Viejo, California)

Light


A bright light
Where is it coming from?
It’s making me lose sight
What is this light?

It’s blinding me more
Is it coming towards me?
Where was I before?
Before I’ve seen this light

It’s hard to tell
Was I asleep?
What can I pull from this well?
This well of thought in my mind

Am I dead?
Did I pass on?
Was I quiet in bed?
Did I drift from Earth?

I feel a tap
“Who’s there? ” I say.
I turned but only a gap
I hear something

Could it be?
“Come my son,
Come home with me”
That voice…

Where have I heard it before?
At my work, at my school?
At my church, at the store?
I know now

I heard it in prayer
The voice would talk
As if it came from thin air
I know who it is

It is God
Am I with him now?
I gave him a nod
Suddenly, the ground shook

I heard something open
What was now open to me?
I decided to walk in
I couldn’t believe

This land that I saw
The sights that I see
I stood struck with awe
This land is indescribable

Submitted: Thursday, January 19, 2012
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  • Freshman - 1,441 Points Dave Walker (1/19/2012 1:39:00 AM)

    Really like this, a fantastic poem.
    A really great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    An Innocent man. (Report) Reply

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