A Cry Heard

There is a light that I see.  You stand and I sit.  I am corded to another, but your gifts are apparent.  Today you could speak.  Maybe you will become a blessed mouth piece, for a divine entity.  It is so holy, and would back the whole world around you with energy.  I make a shining robe for him today with light.  You come by and offer a gift.  I receive it with gratitude.  The reality of my pain is becoming hard to mask.  Memories almost became something of the past as I sat there.  He held the line.  I sense that you see me as a child who cannot speak, or stand up in the rain.  Like always, I will now put on my Army issued boots and march through the city.  We will reach the mountaintop soon enough, and he will solve the very intricate puzzle for all of you.  You are all so very gifted.