The Latter Breath

Upon reflecting on my past.. 
a date came into view
a latter breath.. a latter sign..
a song of grace unto

my heart.. but yet.. it was too late
my heart was dead and cold
why so long?  I ask myself..
why were they "so bold"

Why did she wait for such time
to lend a hearing ear.. 
Why did she wait while all my days
were pervaded through with fear

I looked back farther still and wondered
why no voice e'er spoke
why none graced my tumulted heart
but passed me... and forsook

the chance to bring me life anew.. 
the chance to help me see
the love that glistened in your tears
and all you had for me..

you were more than I could hope for
and yet I knew you not
and maybe in my facts nefarious
they all me forgot

reasoning within themselves, 
"Ah.. here lies a man
"who has it all quite figured out
"and is stable in his plan

"He must know the truth of love
"he must know who's there.."
and thus away they walked each day
perhaps less e'en a prayer..

for mine image shined too brightly
it gleemed.. and yet it fell..
yet none dared to reach inside
unto where they could tell..

that this bright inspired light
was daily within breaking
and so in their foot forward best put
they found glory in forsaking

a soul whose need for you was greater
than he e'er might know
if it weren't for that one day
when, amidst the snow

he began to learn of who
you really truly were..
and began with all his heart
his life for all to share

and though through times and troubles great
he struggled through it all..
he learned of peace and majesty
granted unto all..

all who might to find your arms..
all who might to seek..
all who might to see the stains..
that rest upon your cheek..

from crying for our present world.. 
for all that it goes through..
you who loved enough to die..
have helped a many get through..

as so you are helping me.. 
and yet I wonder still..
why this time of latter breath
could be within thy will..

for how could one as troubled such
be left for dead by all..
what mattered most.. they would not tell
"The love within your call"

It was only on a page
within that written book
where I found one simple note
where years later did I look..

that someone tried reach out to me..
and yet the effort.. so faint
I wonder what I did to deserve
to receive this painful stint..

wherein I remained for years..
and ne'er was told of you..
of all the love and all the joy
and all the graceful hue..

you granted unto all who reach
to find your mighty name..
Lord, please.. let me.. in my life..
let me not do the same..

let me not pass the hungered souls
by with a smiling face
but rather let me reach out and offer
the gift within your grace..

let me show your love to all..
and open that they might see..
that you await them with open arms..
and shall to set them free..

let me not be a passerby..
who by the wounded walks..
concerned with all his daily plans
and all his "blessed talks"

concerned with all the days to come
where he might be made known
let me be concerned unto
each soul with flesh and bone

let me be the loving man
that you desire I be
that I might show your love to others
and help to set them free.