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.Shrouded In Mist.
IP:
Shrouded In Mist
A figure distantly appeared, Face nearly visible but the cloud interfered...
Mist covered the darkened road, the moonlight lit, then disappeared...
A murky figure walked slowly, eerily quietly and recognisably lowly...
Was he a saint, a proclamation of Jesus, maybe a soul ever so holy...
As he came within recognisable distance, His walk retained its consistence...
Was he real, Why was his appearance so surreal, did he have believable existence...?
The man, He, took me by the arm, sat me down...and well, started talking to me.“
I’ve lead a life conscience of sin, So many events, Where do I begin...?
I’m already dead, you must be courageous & release my spirits within...
So many tears I shed, and in your life I can foresee so many fears ahead...
I could have betrayed my father, But I stayed straight Instead” He proudly said...
I Sat listening attentively, But my brain kept conjuring up thoughts relentlessly...
So many visions and life’s collisions were set out, right in front of me...
Then, Suddenly the man...showed me his hands...they were bleeding inexorably.
“This” he sadly said, “Is the result of the worlds sin being placed on my head...
For every sinful life damned another innocent soul ends up needlessly dead...”
An astounded presence overcame me, I looked straight into his eyes, He looked at me...
I didn’t realise that, by living a life free of sin, heaven for me he could guarantee...
“All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven”, I suddenly felt chagrin…
But was somehow thankful for his infinite and irreplaceable advice given…
Then, Without warning the man, turned and walked off back into the clouded distance…
As he walked away, I stood incredulous tryin’ to shout with nothing to say...
I reminisced all the times I had betrayed this man, each and everyday...
I had to change but my mind was in a delusional state of derange...
However this experience would change my life, never mind how strange...
Then it hit me, that figure, how’d he posses the power to control us...
The ability to confess & relieve our stress, Holy shit...that guy, he was Jesus...
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