A Beginning and an End... or is it?

As he listened, about a house in New Orleans,

and of the Rising Sun.. the jukebox held its grip,,

there, the man who was drinking from his glass,

of a clear whiskey, and of this, his one last sip,

A story of life, and very much about him,

was of the words and from the record's sad refrain,

Was all of his life and the struggles, so hard,

and in his drinking, of how he wore that chain.

The man just stared into his empty glass,

and seeing that the whiskey, was all, but gone,

A question was answered in that place,

One of God's miracles, in which he was shown.

The reason he stayed in that house of shame,

up to now, to him, was all unknown.

The light came from up over his head,

and on one drop left, shined like a diamond stone.

The guitar strummed, with the heartfelt sounds,

and the voice was of such a sadness, then,

It relived the memories of his younger years,

back when his life was so free of all sin.

Like a beacon in the dark of a cold wet night,

was seen such a beauty and it did reveal,

From that single drop came a crystal pure light,

his wrongdoings, he could not conceal.

That light was held in one moment of time,

and left a message, as if he had then dreamed,

It told him, was now to draw the line,

no answers found in his drinking, as it had seemed.

The man sat down, in almost disbelief,

and there to hold his head, in his trembling hands,

The music droned on and into the black night,

in the company of the Rock and Roll bands.

He left the emptiness inside, a hurting there,

that tempting house, for him, was no place to be,

He had found the right within a life that was so wrong,

and that light he saw, had set him free.

Miracles do happen in the strangest of times,

and when we see them, we need to take heed,

Just as Christ performed on that wooden cross,

our sins forgiven on that day, he did so bleed.

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