I was a woodcutter with a sharp ax, <br />I had a smoothed heart, but I was proclaimed <br />as world leader to sign hangings for opponents, <br />to dine the dove of peace roasted, drink soda to digest. <br /> <br />I didn’t start without courage or reach without breath. <br />Miracle! I grew a third eye that sees <br />the God’s love multiplying the little people. <br />Thus, I started remunerating their labors, <br />to save the body of the lamb, <br />to lament for the soul of the wolf, <br />to transform into lancets the knives <br />that threat my divided homeland. <br /> <br />Mary, one day I'll offer you a trip to Jerusalem, <br />before death pulls me out of the theater of the world, <br />before I move and settle at the rainbow arc; <br />there, I shall go with our children, <br />where the colors stand out but are never divided <br />and compose the white on the grave of my first love. <br /> <br />There is the celestial state, where I'll be a citizen AB, <br />AlphaBet concealed for tomorrow, ending in Omega.<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ab-abraham-lincoln/
