Replay the Record

　　Look forward to these things, and do that which will make

　　Is it common to close your eyes

　　and see future things? A guise

　　of knowledge and knowing,

　　but I have no power over the doing.

　　I am not particularly unique

　　or called to see the future and speak

　　about it to others. But dying

　　seems to change my role, crying

　　Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

　　out to an older me to stop, or start,

　　or not fear the beginnings of things, my heart

　　prowling in my chest—I do not want to peer

　　through the years like an ancient seer.

　　And as I glance hesitantly forward,

　　only borrowing God`s sight, hearing his word,

　　I see the small and weak, but pulled like magnet

　　to do good, rich, homegrown good, a righteous racket

　　by the poor and young and struggling, bearing hope

　　like blankets and warmth of hearth and home, a new scope

　　into living, and living right. And the urge to jump,

　　to follow them, begins to roar like the water as you bump

　　against eddies and swirls before plunging back

　　into the storm and fire of living, Earth hung in the black.

　　Impossible things will happen, do happen. I have looked,

　　and God`s goodness—our future—will hook us all.