Monday Musings

How to Read Backwards

The end. The price is paid.  It is finished.

The sparrow for a penny you say,

What does that make me?

You have numbered the hairs on my head,

Do I come at a price?

How many shekels does he pay

Did I do a good job

Do I get a tip? A raise?

I must increase my worth he whispers.

So it’s a fixed price you say.

I don’t feel fixed.

I feel broken. In fact.

Let’s talk facts.

You came to fix me right?

Like the coldplay song.

You have come to fix my insides of the net worth’s that entangle me

The rise and the falls and

You remain the same

The breath in and the breath out 

Through the receiving and the giving

The input and the output

The day and the night

The joy and the pain

Your death and Your life.

They are all the same

The cost remains the same.

And the cost is great.

The cost is found in the third cry of the crow

The call of a son for His father

The final breath out upon the earth…

So he says I am 50 shekels

For him to turn on me, for my very soul.

He can have my body, but

My soul will never be his.

My soul belongs to someone he has not known in a long time.

He spoke to you when he was a boy, 

You are now a stranger to him.

That is why he can pay for my net worth but 

It will never be fixed for him

Until he talks facts with that old stranger

Watch the birds of the air

They will lead you

To the Raise you are looking for, 

That I searched for in you, 

Once upon a time…

- paid for prophet