There is a peace one never knows
If one does not believe,
A peace that comes to only those
Who masterfully weave
A tapestry so intricate
And rich in every strand
That’s dyed with every hue of faith
By a sincere hand;
It is the peace that came upon
A meditating man,
A visit from a stranger by
A sempiternal plan;
The angel held him in embrace
As was the task assigned,
Compressed his heart, a thing of grace
And piety combined.
And thus the being heavenly
Commanded him recite,
But how could he comply when he
Could neither read nor write;
And so the man declined despite
The vastness in his breast
Again, the angel held him tight,
Again his heart compressed.
And when the angel pressed his will,
The man was filled with fear,
And feeling quite incapable,
He sensed his end was near;
But angel actions waver not,
As does not falter plan
That hones the intellect of what
Is ordinary man.
Embracing him again so tight,
Expelling all his breath,
Compressing heart with bonds of light,
The man was near death;
And then release, expanding breast
So wide and so sublime,
Exploding spirit long suppressed,
Transcending space and time.
A wave of light that filled the sea,
A blast that filled the air,
A shock that spanned the universe
And all within its care;
Then rose up, through the firmaments
The news of what occurred:
The last and final messenger
Had borne the Mighty Word.