History

 

O great procession of ages

Cycle of astral seasons through eternity

Whose story is told in the primal sound of silence

Reverberating through every tongue

Filling volumes and libraries with the names

Of old gods and dynasties

The painter has sought to capture your color on canvas

The architect and sculptor have sought

To capture and carve your curve in stone

The historian has sought to pen your eloquence

To preserve in parchment your ineffable essence

And count me among their number!

I will tell of my part in this your ancient drama

The greatest story ever told – His Story –

Penned by the Great Author Himself

In His moment of greatest weakness and glory

I will contribute my lines to your epic song

I will raise up my voice with the heavenly choir

I will live out my part as poet, lover, father, son

And the imprint of me upon those that I love

Will be my signature at the close of this verse