12/22/2012

I awoke this morning in my new home
Never before owned a home of my own
Until yesterday, a man to me unknown
Said to me he saw a light I have not been shown

A suite-case he gives me he no longer needs
Preaching clarity with each word that he bleeds
He walks a jagged path wherever it leads
His words echo the voices that he heeds

I am homeless walking through the icy breeze
Curious to see if the case contains anything to seize
Perhaps winter clothes to keep warm in the nighttime freeze
But instead I see a sight that brought me to my knees

Prayers long forgotten answered in paper green and leaf
Numbers to stagger my eyes and make me feel a thief
Who would give this gift at a meeting strange and brief
Following an unseen path of Heaven's glory and belief

And there I stood by an open house waiting to be sold
On a December day as I was shaking from the cold
I walked inside and smelled the scent of paper gold
Drifting from the case that made me feel so bold

And there was a dealer of estates as real as daylight dreams
Obtained in stacks of currency cut from painted rhymes
Gifted by a man who thinks that life ain't all it seems
Ending just as mine reveals a world of vivid themes

This morning out my window the cries came out his mouth
To keep warm tonight perhaps he should start walking south
I used his wealth to buy his home and real estate dealer spouse
I believe that one man's faith is another man's open house