The Step

IT HAD ONLY SEEMED LIKE YESTERDAY WHEN THEIR WORLD CAME TO A CLOSE. ALL WAS IN MOTION, LIFES DAILY ROUTINE OF LABOR, PAY AN PLAY. THEN, IT HAPPENED. FIRST, THERE WAS AN AUDIBLE BOOM. SECOND, THERE WAS A STRIKING IGNITION OF A IMPOSING BANG, AND THIRD, THE UNRAVELING UPLIFT OF A BOMB. PEOPLE SNAPPED, CRACKLED AND THEN WERE DISENGAGED FROM THEIR FIGURATIVE BODIES. THEY HAD VANISHED. WHENCE THE FIERY FUMES EXHIBITION OF HOT METAL AND GASES SMOKED THEM AS THEY ALL LAID THEIR BODIES DOWN DEAD. THE DEMOLISHED DEMOLITION DILEMMA OF REALITY HAD LIMITED OUR PERSPECTIVE ON MORTALITY. ALTHOUGH THEY FOUGHT FOR THEIR LIVES, THEIR LOVED ONES AND THE YEARS OF TOMORROW. THEIR DAYS WERE NOW GONE CONSUMED BY SORROW. WE LIVE TO APPRECIATE THE LIGHT OF THE SUN MARVELED BY ITS BRILLIANT SHOWCASE OF A RAINBOW COLORED SKY. MERELY WE ARE IN LIMBO A PLACE OF DARKNESS INTERLOCKED WITH THE AFTERMATH OF LIFE. THEOLOGICALLY AND SYSTEMATICALLY AS WE WAIT WHILE MIMICKING ON THE COLONIES OF REAL PEOPLE DEAD. WE LOOK ABOUT TO SEE OURSELVES ALIVE, "DID GOD DO THIS? " YES HE DESIGNED THE MODE IN AN IMAGE A REFLECTION OF SELF, WE HAVE ALL BEEN ACCOUNTED FOR SEPARATED FROM THOSEUNWORTHY DOUBLES. I FLOW BY FLOATING ON FEET MADE OF CLOUDS FOLLOWING THE SHADOWS THAT STAND IN AWE. ONE HOUR INTO THE DARKNESS HOW LONG MUST I TARRY I STAND NOT I AM GRUESOMELY OVERWHELMED BY VIVID IMAGINATIONS OF TALLIED ACCOUNTS AND EACH DOOR THAT LEADS TO THE CORRIDOR GLIDES ME TO EPISODES OF THE FORMER LIFE. THEY ARE THE LIVES THAT I LIVE OFF OF FOR THE EXCHANGE OF A NEW BODY. I WAS BORN TO LIVE FLAWLESSLY WAS I ENTANGLED BY A SUPERNATURAL ELEMENT OFSYMBOLISM. SHE ME, ME YOU, AND THEY THEM. "COMPETENCE, " I AM NOT GOING TO MOURN OVER LOST SOULS WHEN THE DEVIL NAMED LUCIFER YOU SEE HIM AS EVIL. SATAN BETRAYED THE ORIGINAL ARTICULATION BY SUPPLYING THEM WITH A DOSAGE OF HARLOT. THEREFORE, SUCCOMB NOT TO HIS TRIVIAL OF RECOMPENSE THE ANTI-CHRIST COULD NEVER TIE JESUS, HE WHO CAME AS THE SON OF GOD TO SAVE AND EASE MAN. THE LORD IS GOD HIS WORDS MADE OF FLESH HIS SPIRIT WE KNOW LIFE HEREAFTER IS SHOWERED BY SPIRITS OF MYSTICISM. NO MATTER HOW INEVITABLE YOU CANNOT GET IN THE HEIGHT IS TOO HIGH, THE DEPTH IS TOO DEEP AND THERE ARE TOO MANY STEPS TO TAKE AND THE RFALL IS TOO STEEP. EACH STEP TO HEAVEN IS AS ONE DAYTHE 1000 YEARS THOSE GONE BY TOO THE CLIMB IS FIERCE FOR THERE ARE MISING STEPS, LOOSE NAILS, LOOSE BOARDS AND NO HANDRAILS. WHEREFORE, MY SPIRIT CONTINUES TO WAIT IN THE VALLEY OF SHADOWS IF ONLY I HAD MORE FAITH I WOULD HAVE HAD WINGS TO FLY. ABOVE ALL, JUST BELOW THE CLIMB THERE LAY 7 SEAS WHICH BRING TO MIND THE 7 DAYS THAT ONCE COMPOSED INTO ONE WEEK. IT TOOK THE LORD 7 DAYS TO CREATE THE EARTH THOSE 7 SPIRITS BELONG TO GOD. THE SEVEN CANDLESTICKS AND THE 7 CHURDCHES BELONG TO HIS ELECT. THE SEVEN ANGELS WITH HOLDING THE 7 SEALS, SEVEN PLAGUES,7 TRUMPHETS AND SEVEN VANISHING CONTTINENTS ALL BELONGED TO GOD. MOST IMPORTANT, WE ALL HAD 777 CHANCES TO GET IT RIGHT AND WITH THIS SAID I SAY AMEN.

by JOY JOHNSON

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Comments (5)

A great poem where the poet put deep thought and dilemma of life. This is a powerful poem and ut proves the maturity of expressions of a delicate matter. Thank you poet.
A beautiful poem! My favorite line: “We live to appreciate the light of the sun marveled by its brilliant showcase of a rainbow colored sky”..... Top marks!
Intriguing, near stream-of-consciousness write. Reveals a deeper knowledge of Biblical possibilities.
Interesting allegory in this poem
Interesting to read.