Several years before his dream 13-year-old Christian was sitting in the front yard of a holiday apartment reading a letter from his deceased father, pondering.
Dad, you had a life of wealth
with money and houses but couldn't buy health.
You worked hard for a living of ease,
were powerful, demanding but morbidly obese.
Was this the reason for your life's end?
Your lesson lies now read in my hand.
You said there was no higher goal
than the deepest core of the soul.
There on the street I see a 50-euro-bill.
What do I gain by waiving my will?
Victoria is passing by with her mother, thinking:
That boy has everything except a lack
but my mom avoids him for his mom is black.
Or why else... wait, what is that?
He's calling me. I'm so glad
alone to hear his voice's sound
and now I see my lost money he found.
‚Thanks' is not all I'd like to say
but mother sharply takes me away.
They didn't have much of a chance
though they did enjoy a short romance.
When her mother opened the basement door
she found them kissing on the dirty floor.
Victoria was grounded in tears
and wouldn't see him in seven long years.
YOU ARE READING
Illuminated
PoetryA young Christian experiences a personal renaissance. It's not science but philosophy that takes him to a new dimension in this lyrical, English version of my other book called "Apotheose".
