Wednesday, February 2, 2011

SITTING ON THE STAIRWAY TO SALVATION STILL WAITING… By Jasen Sousa

SITTING ON THE STAIRWAY TO SALVATION
STILL WAITING…


The woman was gone
and I found myself sitting on the stairway to salvation all alone.
I was sitting on God’s stairway,
but by no means did it feel like a throne.
Tears rolling down my cheeks as I sat there for weeks,
thunderous tears pounding on stone.
With the empty cup of Christ in my hand,
seeing if the Lord had any miracles to loan.
I was sitting on the stairway to salvation
and didn’t know if I was going to make it home.

I was heavily breathing,
my heart rapidly pulsating.
Gasping for air, no one there, no one to care.
Feel like I’m suffocating,
sitting on the stairway to salvation,
calmly complacent,
patient,
still waiting.

Grief stricken, gum on my sneaker sticking, time ticking.
People walk by and don’t even glance.
Afraid to look at the man on the stairs, for so long he has stayed,
all I am asking for is a chance.
To read what I bleed,
rhymes filled with reconciliation, renunciation and romance.
The idea isn’t knew to me, waiting for the opportunity
for the Lord to come out and ask me to dance.
Blood is in my sight, as I sit on church stairs and cut myself with a knife.
It’s my vision from my incisions that gives me the ability to emotionally enhance.

I was heavily breathing,
my heart rapidly pulsating.
Gasping for air, no one there, no one to care.
Feel like I’m suffocating,
sitting on the stairway to salvation,
calmly complacent,
patient,
still waiting.

How long will I have to wait for God to open his gate?
Fate not sure, how much longer will I be able to endure?
I sat on the stairway to salvation
and it started to pour,
I didn’t beg for it to stop,
I begged for it to rain more!
To wash away all my pain
down to the point where I am perfectly pure.
I saw a white pigeon
fly off the concrete and soar.

I was heavily breathing,
my heart rapidly pulsating.
Gasping for air, no one there, no one to care.
Feel like I’m suffocating,
sitting on the stairway to salvation,
calmly complacent,
patient,
still waiting.

For hours, I sat through showers
and watched the bird freely fly
and wished with all my heart
for that to someday be I!
To be able to escape all of my problems
and take to the sky!
I sat on the stairway to salvation
waiting for God to arrive, so I could say my final goodbye.
I sat on the stairway to salvation
waiting to die...




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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