Vision Poem by j mike de prudent

Vision



From the cup of my father
The sip I have thither
Of this is the vision
Shown to a man on a mission
Who left a desert for the treasure Land
When he is at a step to its fountain
He thought he saw a mountain
The one that could not be climbed with bare hand
Even seemed as if it never been climbed
And on his way it was primarily primed

So he thought of desert returned
Instead of death he preferred to turn
The mountain was high and it peak was scary
And one thing about it, it size vary
He thought of hope for a year and month some
But the mountain seized not to come

So where to go from here
He thought of building his castle near
And the mountain was still moving there

Then he turned his hunger to fasting
Then the mountain was like casting
And in the process hope was sowed
To nurture it in a vision that was showed

Then he opened his mind
And sought the hand of his sender
The hand came!
Then he realized he was blind
For on his was a frame
And he had not known the way of his attacker

When his eyes were opened
He thought he had seen a mountain
But to the way of his ancestors his mind was awakened
Then he realized there was his state of aberration
But not of his eye but of his mind change by accuser
When he thought it was a mountain that couldn't be climbed
But it was actually a wallpaper