It seems that everything is new!
I now see and it’s as never before.
Where there was grey, blood, & darkest night,
It’s all gone, the light is here, & I want more!
I want to run. I want to jump.
I want to get back to the life I’d known.
And then I remember that I’m still stuck,
That my legs can’t move since my knees are blown.
So I reach down to touch my flesh,
To feel my blood as it oozes from my wounds.
But I find that the damage is gone!
There is no blood, there is no hurt, there’s not a single bruise.
And my heart leaps for joy,
But I’m still not sure what for.
Because though my legs are whole once again,
I do not know how the healing began.
“What the hell is going on here?”
I now scream!
“Was everything that happened to me
Just some ridiculous & morbid dream?”
Last time I checked,
I was in some alley with a strange man.
And then he shot out my knees from under me
With the gun he held in his hand!
So, shouldn’t I be thankful
That all of it obviously isn’t true?
But maybe, if all that did occur,
How in the world did my knees become new?
And my heart leaps for joy,
But I’m still not sure what for.
Because though my legs are whole once again,
I do not know how the healing began.
Yet, there’s that tread again!
I think it’s the man who shot me down!
If so, what is he doing here still,
Now that I can walk around?
“Hey! Who are you?
Why did you feel you had to shoot me?
And even more, since I can now move,
Why won’t you let me be?”
And my heart leaps for joy,
But I’m still not sure what for.
Because though my legs are whole once again,
I do not know how the healing began.
He smiled at me,
With this deep, warm smile.
And he then spoke softly,
“I’ve been here all the while.”
“I’m sorry, oh so sorry
That I had to use that gun.
But, you see, you’ve never listened,
Regardless of what else I’ve done.”
“I had to show you just where
Your life might have led.
So I quickly & quietly cornered you
And nearly shot you dead.”
And my heart leaps for joy,
But I’m still not sure what for.
Because though my legs are whole once again,
I do not know how the healing began.
“But what were you trying to prove?”
I screamed at him out loud.
“What lesson could I possibly have learned
By having you shoot me down?”
“It’s quite simple,” he said.
“And yet not quite so.
You had to learn that you are not the end all,
No matter what you think you know.”
“But you haven’t even begun to answer my question,”
I said in a pointed voice.
He replied, “You had to learn to lean on others.
So I gave you the choice.”
And while my heart leaps for joy,
I’m still not sure what for.
Because even if my legs are now whole,
I’m still not clear on the goal.
And then I awoke.
And quickly sat upright.
And then I awoke.
Not knowing what to make of that sight.
APN.
Copyright 11/05/2006
