Mr Martyr,
As I drive down today to a place of healing,
Not for a need of healing but to pay for past healing.
The skies open up on this cloudy day,
And a realization sets over me that gives a sense of peace.
That the day the skies open up and it’s for my soul to rise to the cosmos,
It will be for a reason.
This life game of chess has been played as well as it could,
All my moves have been made with the thought of 6 steps ahead.
That when and if the day comes that my king shall fall,
I will be ready to congratulate the winner.
My pieces will be picked up by the next person and the game will continue from there.
When the skies open and my soul takes its path to the cosmos,
It will be paved with purpose.
Even my death will happen when it’s suppose to and have meaning and lasting purpose.
I will die a Martyr…..
33 and a Third 