i have none to tell

i have none to tell

you tell me your story

my story

about my Creator

yet i am set apart from you

for you call me Gentile

You tell me your story

about a way

where i may travel

and reach the day of my soul

you say i am not whole

i am the “Unclean” one

you tell me your story

about the glory

i will one day behold

when i come into the fold

become a part of the flock

and take stock

in the version you tell

yet,

i am the infidel

you tell me your story

which incidentally

you borrowed your self

you tell me about the wealth

and abundance

that by chance

will enhance me

if i acquiesce to thee

for only your story

can save me

i smile

and offer you my love

i have heard many more stories

where i am excluded

in the deluded tales of lore

and i ask myself

what are all these stories for

where is the cure

of what truly ails the souls of men

again and again

i come to this redundant pass

the juncture in the road, my path

that tells me instinctively

i have all i need already

i have listened to stories

of Whales being caught

with a Tree  Twig and a Safety Pin

unbelievable

perhaps

but that is your story

i do not have to invest in it

it is better if i divest my self

from listening to the words

for the story i hear

that which i have always heard

is whispering within me

compelling me

to let go

and jump into life’s flow

and swim the River with wonder

and discover again

my own regality

my sovereignty

my divinity

that does not need a story

and when if i should complete my quest

i will attest

that . . .

as far as stories go

you should write you own story

for yourself

look not to me

for . . .

i have none to tell . . .  You !

© 8 March 2012 William S. Peters, Sr.

i have none to tell

you tell me your story

my story

about my Creator

yet i am set apart from you

for you call me Gentile

You tell me your story

about a way

where i may travel

and reach the day of my soul

you say i am not whole

i am the “Unclean” one

you tell me your story

about the glory

i will one day behold

when i come into the fold

become a part of the flock

and take stock

in the version you tell

yet,

i am the infidel

you tell me your story

which incidentally

you borrowed your self

you tell me about the wealth

and abundance

that by chance

will enhance me

if i acquiesce to thee

for only your story

can save me

i smile

and offer you my love

i have heard many more stories

where i am excluded

in the deluded tales of lore

and i ask myself

what are all these stories for

where is the cure

of what truly ails the souls of men

again and again

i come to this redundant pass

the juncture in the road, my path

that tells me instinctively

i have all i need already

i have listened to stories

of Whales being caught

with a Tree  Twig and a Safety Pin

unbelievable

perhaps

but that is your story

i do not have to invest in it

it is better if i divest my self

from listening to the words

for the story i hear

that which i have always heard

is whispering within me

compelling me

to let go

and jump into life’s flow

and swim the River with wonder

and discover again

my own regality

my sovereignty

my divinity

that does not need a story

and when if i should complete my quest

i will attest

that . . .

as far as stories go

you should write you own story

for yourself

look not to me

for . . .

i have none to tell . . .  You !

© 8 March 2012 William S. Peters, Sr.