Daniel Brick

Bronze Star - 5,680 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

The New Life: Third Stage for Marie


It was a day of high clouds
that contained summer's last day.
I watched the sunset framed
by my apartment's southwest windows,
a band of glowing light,
whose sheen pierced the white clouds.
I saw red streaks brush yellow patches,
and yellow burnished into gold,
its glow a new color
only angels apprehended in sudden flight.
And now was this vision mine as well?

I met the aged seer a few hours
later on a nondescript Minneapolis street.
Her face was wrinkled by decades of harsh
experience, there was no smile shaped by
her lips or spilling from her eyes,
and yet to my novice sight, she seemed
supremely happy... Her first words
to me were harsh beyond reckoning:
'Don't let the Poetry mislead you.
Plato was probably right, after all.
Poets cannot be trusted. They are liars all! '
She said this in a loud, cracked voice
at the intersection of the Lake and Chicago,
where the remnants of the midnight people
awaited one of the last buses of the night.
I was nonplussed, and more than a little
weary of this latest encounter with a seer.
When would they assign me a mission? When
would allow me to finish this passage?
Looking back, I realize this was a major test,
and I was close to failing it outright. What
saved me? It was my earlier impression that
this seemingly cantankerous old woman was,
in truth, supremely happy. I turned to face
her in all humility, and felt a charge of
grace course through my body, deep into my
mind and touch my soul! 'My hands are usually
empty, I am a beggar of Poetry.' So I spoke,
hardly knowing what it meant. 'Oh, keep
writing your poems, ' she said abruptly.
'They can't do any harm, maybe they are
carriers of a wisdom alien to mine. I only
know what the Golden Light has revealed
to me. You are not ready to receive it
yet. It's up to you to figure out WHY NOT.'
Her voice trailed off, and her form
vanished in a blink of my eyes. No one
at the bus stop noticed it. As I turned
away and started walking west on Lake Street,
I heard a voice within, from deep down
where the small things lived. It said,
'Your Enlightenment has been postponed,
it's rescheduled for another time, place.... '

Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2014
Edited: Saturday, September 20, 2014

Topic of this poem: Fantasy


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  • Rookie - 222 Points Marie Shine (8/25/2014 6:29:00 PM)

    This exquisite penning has aroused my curiosity as to why Daniel is not yet ready to accept the light within him. He is aware of its glowing presence. The fact that he is a poet means he is a sensitive, which is what most Spiritual people are. They are more sensitive than the ordinary non-creative type of person. His Spirit Guide has now chosen to appear to him as a wizened old lady and I feel this is to test Daniel in some way, though I can't identify why. But, Guides can appear under any disguise they wish and usually, it is in a form which is acceptable to the person they are visiting. Ah! Now, I know why Daniel's enlightenment has been postponed, but will not add it here, as I do not wish to take from the pleasure of reading the poem for readers, who can then, work it out for themselves. Ingenious, Daniel! The story is so finely narrated, it really grabs the reader and keeps them riveted from the first to the very last word! On all three stages of this superbly penned poem, Kudos are more than well deserved. I am waiting with bated breath for the other instalments of the poem yet to come. I can hardly wait, but know they will be so well worth waiting for. Thank you, once again, for sharing, Daniel. More Blessings, with Light to you... (Report) Reply

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