My Predilection

This is the moment of redirection
My predilect moment of change
Suspect to some but real none the same
In the moment I recognize with clarity the
Demise of that certain enemy that used to lie behind these amber eyes
Now diminished in size now lies
Somewhere on the backwards range
Silhouetted by yesterday’s skies

This is my minor miraculous event
A subtle shift, a slight straightening of the bent
The creation of the purposeful
A graduation to the head of the class
And an under-graduate of hope’s intent
Offering by way of love and recompense
That beacon of hope to those who due to
A downward spiral have sent
Themselves askew
Like proverbial sheep without a shepherd
Amidst the world alive with wolves who have picked up the scent
Unaware and blinded to what the prophecies mean
And of course historically meant