Poetry / I Would Tell Him The Truth

I see him …
dangling from the precarious heights of the building’s edge.

22 stories in the sky.
It’s familiar to him.
Yet today, he hangs on as a stranger.

If he could hear me from the ground below,
I’d tell him that once he’d tasted the goodness of God –
I mean, really tasted it ..

It would be hard for him to go back to the
Brick and mortar
Glass pains and silicon from
Times past

I’d tell him that
Returning to the tenants in this old building
Fused with old beliefs and
An old outlook on life that
is blocking his mind from the truth …

that Jesus Christ is the only way to Heaven.

I see him!

And from where I stand
I can peep through the lightly tinted windows
watch people going about their daily business -
taking smoke breaks,
rushing for the fax machine
gathering around the lunch table
staring in a distressed way
at computer screens.

Moving in and out a reality
They are not aware of. But, right now,
Neither is he.

If he knew the truth!
If he believed the truth!

He wouldn’t be dangling here now …
Precariously …
Waiting to see in the wind of God will really catch him
Or if the fire of mysticism would transform him into light
Or if the hand of the sun, the moon or the stars …
Would take him into another world

Where his inner strength and consciousness would guide him
Into all truth and cushion his fall …

I see him!
I see him!

And if he could hear me from where I stand …
I’d tell him the truth.

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