Vicarious - Tool

Epiphany: Sunday 21, 2011 10:10 AM

A Play on Words
Written by: Cory

If I asked you to look up into the air and tell me what you saw, you might say the clouds, the color blue, maybe a bird or two. Or maybe, perhaps would one say the sun or the moon?

Indeed!
The kingdom of the sky would I reply.
It is the domain of creatures that fly, majestic breeds full of patriots and warriors.

To what extent would you go to consider the ideology of the existence of a utopia, a heaven on earth if you will.

“To what are you referring?”
You might inquire while scratching your head and sighing,
“Why my friend, the valley called the sky!”
And you might nod your head and reply,
“Indeed one might agree, and perhaps might I concede. Wrong was I, such a fool was I, to not see a kingdom of heaven, in the sky.”

I might laugh and cry,
“No! No fool are you, my dear friend I too!”
Nodding with a smile,
“I couldn't see for a mile when I once looked up for a while, and all I could see as far as the eye, was beauty.”

You would shrug and snuggle your shoulders,
“Im sorry, but what of this means you concede, did you not always believe?”

“My friend,”
says I,
“of this I only mean that once, I too did pray to a celestial being for forgiveness, but of one I barely thought existed.”
I would nod and continue,
“It is true, of what I am, only of beast, not any man.”

You might stare in silence, or nod in politeness.
“To be so loud, selfish, and proud.”
“With the end so near, I almost shed a tear knowing where I am bound.”