The Encounter- The Hesitation
"Why hello there my spiritual friend,
How are you, how have things for you been?
Please do take a seat, won't you
Here, have a glass of wine... have something to nibble on too!"
"I am fine...I think, I am just a bit weak from my last trip, you know... to the secret place
I had a few issues along the way, but I was able to keep the pace."
"A few issues you say...
Were you attacked or lost something along the way?"
"Oh no, it was nothing like that,
Kitty, kitty, come here kitty cat."
"I see you still your cat, how's he been, how old is he?"
"May I say you are being evasive with your words, are you going to tell it to me?"
"What...evasive, hmmm..., well I am not sure of how to feel about it, and just what to do.
That is, by what I encountered there, what transpired...why I don't know: that is why I come to see you."
"I see...well then, would you care to share the events with me,
For then I may either have discernment, an insight, oh yes.... and your scar, may I see?"
I sat there as though puzzled
I could neither react, nor respond...I felt as a dog which had tied up and muzzled
"I say...are you quite alright?
Your idleness and mannerisms are a bit odd, perhaps you should lie down and rest, perhaps even over night."
"Can we not talk about it right now,"
I walked over to the window, "I see you have a new black cow!"
"Yes...yes it was given to us by a parishioner,
Would you like to go out there and take a closer look at her?"
I stood there at the window, gazing out, scanning the surroundings, and the stopped my wandering eyes upon a peculiar building.
"I say...are you alright...and may I also ask how is your scar...is it healing?"
Upon hearing those words, I came back to where I was,
"Forgive me for prodding, and if I am doing so, please tell to stop, no need for a reason, simply say because...."
I stepped back a pace from the window, dropping my head and clasping my hands behind me, all in sinc,
I was telling myself, ‘I have to deal with this, ...I needed to do it...I think'
"May I have a seat, that I may be open and honest with you,"
The monk simply gazed at me, with that simpleton smile and responded, "Oh please do."
He brought me another glass of wine and some cheese,
"Here, take some...that is if you are hungry...oh won't you please?"
"Now please speak, and let me know what it is that has brought you here,
We may also go outside, and go on a stroll, that no other may hear."
"The encounter was much more personal, that is to say up close and intense,
I was confronted by issues, which I had put away for a long while...I am making, that is...to you am I making any sense?"
"I guess, you are correct once again, I am like... you know, like everyone else with things to hide,
Yet, as I get older, these same, no...past them, I cannot slip and pass on, nor by them slide.
He reached and drew out a few of them and I was afraid,
Yet He told me for these very ones; by His stripes, they were all paid.
I hid them as though they were forgotten that is all except by me,
Oh, and yet... when He wielded that two-edged sword, from these...oh... He cut me free"
"Do you now what I am saying,
Or is this something to a priest I should confess and close by praying"
As these words fell from my lips and were ushered into his ears,
I glanced over to see his face, and there I saw ‘em..from his eyes welled up tears.
"Are you quite alright...you seem to be crying?"
"Oh...what...crying ...well these tears are of joy and happiness you see that I am now trying"
"I am being selfish here, for I often wonder if all that I listen to and in return various thoughts I express
To those who listen, will they ponder go to Him seek His face and confess"
"I tell you, truly, that I do listen and consider all you say,
Oh...but right now can't just pray."
"Oh my spiritual friend, let us
For my support for you, like His, will never end."
Bro Smith SGS