The Specter of Darkness No.2

In tempest grip, it came, unwarned,
The Fool, blind to grace adorned.
His mother, cradled in pain's fierce flame,
Her shattered limb, her tear-stained frame.

With blazing lights, and sirens' sound,
Despair in night, the Fool's heart bound,
"Must both parents in this bleak night fold,
In darkness bitter, cruel, and cold?"

Blind to the night, his sight too dim,
In God's realm, he offered hymn,
"For her pain's end, I'd trade all I hold,
For mother's health, her sweet release."

God, in mercy, heard his plea,
Healed her wound, set her spirit free.
Yet in His grace, a trial must be,
To aid his mother, eyes now see.

As light returned, and spirits soared,
The Maiden's absence, deeply scored.
Alone stood the Fool, without her light,
In shadows cast by fear's cruel bite.

"Return to her," God's voice commanded,
The Fool, by guilt and sorrow stranded,
"I broke her trust, failed my Maiden’s hand to hold,
In regret's grip, my heart unfolds.

"This is not penance," said God, “But your command”
An Angel sent from realms divine.
Embrace her light, let spirits climb,
And cherish her with love sublime.

The Maiden, near, her chariot bright,
From Jersey's shores, a beacon's light.
In her, the Fool found vision clear,
"My Maiden," cried he, "I hold you dear."

In mother's grace, he knows his Maiden's place,
A bond of love, a sacred space for both to hold.
For a mother knows,
This Maiden holds the key, to turn her son, a Fool, into a Man that be

Introduction:

Within six months of my father's passing, on an ill-fated Tuesday evening—the same day and time as my father's departure—I received a call from my mother. She mentioned she had twisted her ankle. Thinking little of it, I rushed to her side, only to discover she had broken her femur.

Seeing my mother in such a state shattered my rational mind and drove me to prayers. Would I be loosing two parents so soon? To be alone ? By the grace of God, she recovered, thanks to skilled surgeons and dedicated rehab staff. My prayers - answered.

The hospital where my mother underwent rehabilitation was near Alexandra's home. I saw her several times as I drove to visit my mother. I could hear the silent pleas to reach out to her, yet I hesitated. The signs from above, I ignored—and have regretted ever since.

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While I thought that my pain would be the balance, does the Universe or God keep a ledger? Is it the same as Karma? No, I believe that my would love Alexandra, for the happiness she would bring to me.