Crisis of Souls - Prose Poetry

"Crisis of Souls"

My pen screams at all the possibilities,
Probabilities,
Eventualities of a crisis in the souls of others...Flash!

I'm standing on a lovely beach with red and black sand,
Warm breeze caressing my tanned skin,
Waves of liquid chrome crashing on the shore,
Shark fins dancing in the distance.

The Man is waving,
Beckoning me to follow Him over the horizon.
A comet screams across the purple orange sky.

I metamorphosize,
By and by,
I take to the scented air,
Following the Man who's feet never touch the red and black sand.

My wings,
So grand,
Put me in the crimson jet stream,
And within my tunnel vision I see His light leading,
Leading me.

Angels sing,
Hallelujahs to praise He who leads me...Oh, the music,
How the music moves me in my gliding riff...Suddenly,

Dante's Inferno opens up before me.
A hellish sight,
With a hellish blight,
Souls without hope toiling for what?
"I don't know!"

I asked Him, "Why do you show me this?"
He said, "You show disappointment for the souls in crisis,
While the ones you heed are still living.
These souls are here for eternity... Do you not pity them?"
I said, "What is it that I can do?
He told me, "It is your duty to help the earthbound souls to rise above mere existence,
Mere survival,
The path of precarious situation,
Negative survival that only lead to the predicament of Eternity
in the quagmire of Dante's Inferno."

He said, "Love all as you love me,
you my creation live your destiny"...Flash!

I open my eyes,
My tears are dry,
My pen is empty,
I must tend the crisis at hand.
I welcome the challenge
while dusting red and black sand from my sandals.

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