STAYING THE TIME

As I continued to look, I loved to stay. So I stayed on my own accord.

A disjointed couple took me in, offered me sanctuary from the harsh world

The hours ran into days, the blurb of flesh matured into a full grown Man

I must seek my friends, for them I stayed, so we could go for the answer together

To make the gatekeepers let me in; to grant me hearing in the holy of holies.

To walk the spirit so the answer may be made manifest to free us all

Those among us who need to be attended to so to speak.

So to make for lost time, I created for myself a powerful web of friendship

I knocked on the door of knowledge, keeper of Man's written code and he let me in.

I traded for courage but I was paid with betrayal, yet I still bought it.

To make up for the many trusts I have lost, I valued to guard the little left with care

A fellowship of men sensed my quest so we can get to the answers together

So willing to hear me speak, they do allow me a place in their hearts

A love bond that gods and kings fight over; the bond called friendship.

The owl flaps her wings and brought forth a serene breeze

Beautiful laughter fills the air as a pair of fair eyes meet mine

Daughters of Eve natured in ebony like the brown soil

Necks as swan but sturdier like trunks of beach coconuts

As the evening sun sets on them their skin glitter like gold

With strong graceful steps they walk as panting; their strength match that of men

I made them my most intimate friend, in them I have no shame.

Then too, I have men who are not ashamed to call me their Man.

The best I can be to them is to be grateful for their trust and be the best I can be

To lead them the word I speak is written; where the word they hear is created

Stored in the upper chamber where moth and thieves can't reach

In a chest not by the hands of Man, delicately superb and simply awesome!

Look into the binocular eyes of the owl, the messenger totem.

The winged one who thrives on air to  and offers insights beyond illusion.

To be prepared for the hour, I must learn to speak like spirit

No one offered to teach me how so I must teach myself and still at a cost

When men gather I must go for the opportunity to speak

It began in the chapel, to the learning house, and on to places men make merry

Here the cost was saying what they want to hear, according to their code.

But I incessantly speak my mind, and they continually send me reprimands.

Know them not that to know me well, I must speak my mind?