Alone on my bed, looking up
Life not asked, yet given to me
Asked one thing of me; to live it
Live in my purpose, my assignment
Given before I knew me
Before embraced; kissed by life
Tempted am I as so many
How dare I take you for granted
Then, when the audience disappears
The curtains come down
Lights go out, an empty stage remains
I look at myself, to see what's left
Lying on my back, still looking up
Alone in my chamber, my room, my prison
Hearing a troubled heart beat
Crying out for lungs to cooperate
To not fail in it's mission to sustain
It's the best position from which to look up
All sustenance for a mere mortal
Invisible, I inhale and exhale you
Visible, in a stream flowing through
A fruit just fell, one eagerly waits to be picked
A profusion of life abounds, reminds me
All once given us is totally free
A body of death, I cry out for relief
Deliverance has come for me in time
It dies daily by its many afflictions, evident
Dare I to stop moving it, carry it around
Sooner does the dying process speeds up
I'm given what I didn't ask for in time
A glorious one be given for an eternity
Those I love, still loving me,
Things amassed yet replaceable
Memories of love ones, most memorable
Opportunities to bless and be blessed
Naked to all as we came
Gentle moments, press on bended knees
Blessed are all when given this privilege
See their lives clearer from this vantage
Believer or not, all of flesh, subjects of this
A lower order, that's not our truest self
A covering for what is the essence
That is you
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.