The Knock - Poem by AHO Speaks
I had to get up and answer the silent knock at my door
When I opened it what I saw I had never seen before
No more shadows and no more dark
Purest of light and the color of stark.
All that I became and all that I came to be
The light exposed and also enfolded me
My mind expanded to finally see
Who I was, when I was and what would become of me.
Everything I saw and everyone I touched
Those who gave love and perhaps too much
Elements of time that passed with a rush
Whenever in need; my creator gave me a crutch.
10-19-05 Aho Speaks
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