Godland


Tramp, wino, vagrant, lost soul,
Usually slumbering under stars,
In the cold he digs a hole
Oblivious to physical and mental scars.

Tonight, in an alley under cardboard …..
He was about to die ………….
Jets of icy wind roared
Like a slaughterer’s assassination cry.

He strode across seas, seizing stars,
Sensing their infinite awe,
Speaking to them, collecting them in jars.
Godland was free for him to explore.

Escorted by Angels, he decided to rest
On a mountain peak, feet immersed in a lake.
No more hidden horizons. He was blessed.
Drunken slumber, a host to rats, yet more awake ……..

Than ever before in a rocky life of forty years.
Angels of Godland had promised a meeting,
With a lost love, lost life, a time devoid of fears,
A gem of a moment, cherished yet so fleeting.

A vicious bluster sent guttering high above into free fall,
Crashing to earth, breaking his skull. Ending his snoring.
Rats fed on his broken head. He looked intolerably small ……
But he was flying with Angels, all smiling, reassuring.

Tramp, wino, vagrant, lost soul,
Was found !! They embraced in depths of light.
A visible aura of pure love, heavenly destiny, an ultimate goal.
Steeped in complexity, Godland, God smiled in delight.

The body was unidentified,
And buried in an unmarked grave.
At the funeral, only the priest would preside …
To an unknown, lost soul, that the priest was paid to save.

The Unknown had family,
They knew little about the whereabouts of this man.
They cared even less.
Humanity has been the same – since time began.

Compassion for humankind – Hmmmm ……….

Wow!

And yet you're so right!!

It's a crying shame anything like this ever happens in the world, isn't it?

Love and Big Hugs,

Alice