Before Sleep

I scroll through the scroll of man’s earthly role; I flip through

The pages of his life, what he’s accomplished thus far, if
They’re in many ways eternal worthy.
I stretch my long legs in restless gestures, trying to signal the
Plaintive voices that bear the cross of man’s destiny; to petition
The Great Jah on behalf of mankind’s theories and philosophies-
For they’re all vain that reside in the main.
What if his theories are a pit fall of his eventual ruin and destruction?
And his philosophies a deadly plague that damns his soul?
True emotions burn my insides, and my heart tears with unease uncertainty.
The thoughts of many a man dance in the labyrinths of untimely mazes;
Dancing without music, silhouetted in the shadows of excruciating gallows.
Judgment draws nigh to redeem him of his plight. If his works pass through fire
And they melt, gosh! But if they pass through the furnace and they survive,
Hallelujah! Then he’s free indeed-free forever!
Before sleep, I contemplate on this issue, and the rhythm of my heart skips
A beat…….