the Cock Crew

the Cock Crew

i looked over the horizon

where a faint light peeked

and i hear the Cock Crow

i saw my self as Peter

standing in the garden

heart pounding

remembering the words

i saw my self again

in the garden of my grandfather

listening

incessantly

to the sounds of the dawn

awaken my consciousness

of yet another day

is this the way of life

we embraced by all that is divine

and we stand in denial

of thine and mine

our God likeness

our light

and the Cock Crew

and i knew

once again

that opportunity for truth

eluded me

in my now

right here

and my dear

somehow

i was alright with this

for the kiss

of forgiveness

was upon the lips

of my judgment

and it could not speak

words of condemnation

and the overt sensation

of joy

of a love

unfettered

by the understandings of man

was mine

and is thine

as we listen

to the Cock Crow

© 16 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.