The Specter of Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I believe I was meant to be. I have a profound acceptance of a divine design beyond my intellectual grasp or pious understanding of my existence. I was born. I’ve lived. And now, as time begins to slow the rhythm of my beating heart, I begin to reflect upon the purpose and upon the reason why I came to be. I believe my life to be a dream, imagined long ago by unremembered and forgotten souls who saw beyond the silence of the stars.

THE SPECTER OF ME
By Al Garcia

I believe I was meant to be.  I have a profound acceptance of a divine design beyond my intellectual grasp or pious understanding of my existence.  I was born.  I’ve lived.  And now, as time begins to slow the rhythm of my beating heart, I begin to reflect upon the purpose and upon the reason why I came to be.  I believe my life to be a dream, imagined long ago by unremembered and forgotten souls who saw beyond the silence of the stars. 

I was a vision that came to be.  I was a specter in the heart and soul of a people that erected monuments to the gods, and built an empire that nurtured the soil that sustained and maintained the human soul and mind.  I was but a mere shadow on moon-lit nights of what was to come, as they looked to the sky from atop their monuments of stone and rock along the Yucatán.  The night sky spoke to them of times before and times to come.  They heard the voice of time and saw the warnings in the stars.  I was a part of all of this and more, before I came to be.  They knew me before I knew myself, or of myself.  And all because they dreamed of me.


Submitted: May 29, 2021

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