The Stranger

 
Written by William Kekaula |
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My life warps by its beasts of woes
depression dogs my day
at night, stress drains my restless soul
the wrongs have no delay

Myself am I, forsook decreed
hope laid by things undone
a key to mom's blessed leather book
gave words that days begun

Her primes of fasting, times on end
I learned, preferred my heart
be made of mind in one accord
blessed be the Lord, I start

Be free of food but eat rich plants
from springs, drink cupped in palms
reading, nibbling, drinking, prayer
sleeping, and voiceless psalms

Silence is done most faithfully
while chores as fair they'd be
within or out about the house
fasting, a constant key

Unanswered calls keep quietude
just heed the called device
if must, pray mercy, need to stray
return to fast, suffice

Mind says no tho' heart is willing
front door alter the cause
a stormy night with gusty gales
came knocks without a pause

Got I, posthaste and opened wide
a man who's of some youth
blood trails down slightly his damp face
says here's the gospel truth

My car veered off this country road
into a rock-walled fence
I did naught want to hit some dog
my wound proves my defense

I led him with my outstretched arm
to the front room's lounge seat
alone, went I to close the door
got wraps and meds to treat

He left his cell inside the car
as he rushed to my home
Triple-A is on my phone, states
wreck, NO, it's mired in loam

They said that they are limited
by havocs storm had wrought
while road crews free up most roadways
they'll help those in a spot

With coffee, rolls, his head wrapped up
robust hearth dons a smile
he says out west he's aiming for
to change his life in style

His dad taught at a college where
he met his future wife
the past ten years and Europe's fate,
came him, their new wildlife

The discourse on the life he loved
with them just by his side
moment by moment changes all
telltale, his voice filled pride

He notes sheets spread upon The Word
were mom's words that I'd aimed
next to a pre-addressed mailer
whereby my name eyes claimed

He then said can he call me Will
nods I, so to accept
the lecture goes, midst drinks and food
involved implies I'm swept

The tempest loops the house and past
its efforts rush on in
he says The Word he heard from those
guilt tried, confessed their sin

He saw thwart lives so worst now great
a book of good, indeed
he states a Christian he is naught
but, of a distinct creed

Thence knew I, he'd be of a kind 
a polished breed so rare
respect (held trait), one's privacy
birth's decency an heir

Mid tears near-kept, when his dad died
left him to mind his mom
with father gone, had taxed her soul
he nursed her to a calm

When she fell ill, he lost his will
his Christian friends, he sought
he needs parts of The Word retold
as both creeds truly taught

In times of need, the light will shine
his mother said to him
his father's waiting there for her
she smiled as her lights dimmed

They're bound on earth, heaven to be
as said by those with faith
heed their creeds and walk with Who leads
as all good books hath saith

The winds scratched panes by bushes twigs
a hearth warms by two hearts
a life so rich by one so young
it's like one in two parts

As time wore on though storm did naught
hoping night knew no ends
then knocks made by a tow truck man
prompts hugs from newfound friends

Subjects he dealt with, pleased his soul
forced a face to a gleam
I'm glad that mines were filled, save one
... his name, still, a blest theme

He shook my hand but did naught ask
why I spoke naught to youth
smiles I, waves bye, the nameless leaves
methinks I just met Ruth

I came from far, a world of rage
placed on a pedestal
engaged this peace and calming lore
witnessed incredible

This truly be my righteous day
cites noble fairs precise
my opened heart its stead, say yay
kept me in good advice

A soul of valor, bless divines
accounts that sweetly sorts
so worthy be its choice defines
that night did set the course

Glad tidings are these wondrous gifts
be two in one accord
mom's book of fasting surely lifts
two servants of the Lord.
 

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Author: William Kekaula
I am a retiree of the hospitality industry, presently, residing in my birthplace town of Hilo, Island of Hawaii, a.k.a. Big Island, in the 50th State of Hawaii, USA, and as a writer, I have a passion for poetry, fictional and nonfictional short stories.

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