The Ant and The Tree

The overhead is filled with grey-white fog.

In a bog, the direction, tosses in the head;

When through the clouds, sunlight breaks.

“Courage, to say what`s right, is what it takes…”

The way to coalesce the classes,

The truth which combines the masses,

The life – no longer discriminated with strife.

The poet studies, the trinity`s word

To gain, the gift of wisdom

To attain, the right of freedom

Within every noun and verb

Accepting his personal imperfection

Adapting and refining his direction

Gratefully, accepting all correction

The light, is purified within the blackened heart

Till luminosity, is generated in all the rhythmic art

Within the sheer dark, it`s gaining more luster

To receive this spark, all bravery he must muster.

Knowing what every hateful critic will say

Bringing up the past, and the yesterday;

Still, from this purpose he refuses to stray,

And along this path he will remain and stay.

Behind the veil he, once, would hide;

Unable to ever allow his mind to take flight

The never-ending sorrow became his plight

Over taken by fear – which was grasping tight…

Until, the Son`s love came down, washing over his skin;

And awoke forgotten emotions lying dormant within.

Repeating couplets, triplets, and quatrains –

Enduring the dry heat, and cold rains;

All physical elements, and psychological pains.

The old was shed, and born again – anew;

By blood, he bled, and tears that flew.

Old anger – red, hurt – depressive blue.

He saw this ever-forgiving affection;

Was now ever-giving, a positive reflection.

This love imparted without any discrimination

Was the cipher, the last and final key –

It led to perfection for all humanity –

And the ability to render beauty, among every nation.

If none see any race, or inclination in sexuality;

Looking beyond sex and every face – and every impurity

To see each other for what we are,

Each one a universe, each one a star.

Within the iris, the gateway to the soul – the essence;

Against such love, there is no possible defense.

Even the small ant, ascends the bark of a massive tree;

To reach the apple and apprehend, full circle, its destiny.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker