Awakening Poem by AHO Speaks

A time when I was made aware
That my love for my God was more than care.

A request to write three books beyond my comprehension
That my God did not abide with the word dissension.

To do what I was asked and help God would provide
Tired and confused I was given a vison; of the other side.

Three times I have tried to render my edition
Three time I have had to acknowledge my contrition..

Now the fourth with the promise of the vine
That my words would have meaning as in the cup of wine.

There will be more to my effort as my time becomes narrow
Similar to the poem of the bird which I had called my sparrow.