Mysteries In My Life Poem by David Harris

When I was born,
God gave me two gifts.
One was the talent to write
which I do prolifically
not for profit or gain,
but just to entertain
and make people think
and smile occasionally.

The other gift God gave to me
is far more mysterious
and something I cannot fully understand.
I see and hear things
I cannot readily explain.
Not all what I see and hear
can always be seen or heard by others.

There are exceptions
when I witness them not alone
and then they are as mystified as I am.
A house that burns to the ground,
never rebuilt, but a year later
it burns to the ground again.

A ball of light falls from a night sky
into someone’s back garden
only to fly back up to the heavens and disappear.
Ladies footsteps in an empty tailor shop
descending down from the top floor
when no one is there.

Something or someone once sat on my bed,
but could never be seen only felt.
A light in a church that hid people
that could only be visible
through a camera’s lens and on film.

A giant butterfly of beautiful colours
seen in the middle of December,
a black cat in a warehouse that disappears.
Each following the death of someone dear.
A female student who disappears
witnessed by a friend and I
and who was seen many times.
What does it mean?

Today a dark stranger leaves a room,
turns then disappears.
The rising and falling of a pavement
that resembled the earth breathing
as I waited for my wife.
Strange as it seems
they are always happening to me.

There are many more experiences,
which I have not written down.
Hallucinations, an over active imagination, maybe.
They are not caused by drink or drugs,
as I partake of neither.
Only God knows the answer
and maybe one day he may tell me.



10 February 2011