POETRY: GOD by Reggie Drake

He existed.

Before I breathed my first breath.

Before Father Time opened his eyes and set the world turning on his clockwise rotation.

That infinite being that I always knew existed,

Every time I inhaled,

And smelled,

His spirit ostensibly poured life into an inanimate corpse,

Frail flesh that faltered without his divine omnipresence....

I remember.

Ocean water spraying naked feet as I'm walking,

Walking with a man whose hands shined with a radiance and glow unbeknownst to my eyes.

He talked.

As if the world's secrets had been divulged unto him and had been locked away within his voluminous mind.

He walked me through my years,

And I grew old with dementia,

My hands shook as if possessed by untoward spirits.

Amidst my decrepit form he stood paramount.

The agelessness of his features,

His majestic gait...

Enraptured me.

Death never laid his bone-chilling eyes upon him,

His aura to glorious to be defiled by the reapers insidious presence.

Time passed and the boundless shore continued on and on.

Like a staircase that has yet to reach its ending,

Perpetual in its ascension to limitless heights.

That staircase ended,

And he escorted me from my deathbed.

Embracing me with the warmth and benevolence of a father clasping his son with tight arms,

As if letting him go would mean losing him forever.

He opened the gates that led into eternity,

And my soul burned with a fervor unlike anything I had ever experienced.

And at that point I knew,

Or maybe I had always known,

But never fully realized the concept or design.

That day I entered into the divine castle, his kingdom.

My entire life, I had been walking, with GOD.