My Name Is Photon

Thu, 05/19/2016 - 12:18 -- tarbox7

A glowing presence appeared before me. Was I asleep or was I awake?
I thought her first a stranger; she wasn't a stranger at all.
“What is your name?” I asked. She said her name is: “Photon!”
I thought: How weird a name to be called.

“Who are you and where are you from?”
...thinking how mysterious she was.
“I was discovered over a million years ago,
and abide by whomever gives me cause!”

“You've known me all your life.” She exclaimed.
“I am powerful, mighty, and transcendent.
If not tamed, I deliver widespread loss & destruction.”
“Only God is omnipotent and omnipresent!” I clamored!

"That is true; but I was created that way for a reason.
Mistreating me results in death; respect me, and you will rejoice.
I can be a friend or foe...a good servant or a cruel master.
It is you who must make the choice.”

"Are you some kind of a god!" Seemingly irritated she replied:
“I am not! The power is in your hands, not mine!
You decide to use me for good or for bad. I must respond to both.
I can be a friend or foe...bring darkness or cause a light to shine.”

As her brilliance began to dissipate, I asked another question:
“Where do you go from here?” “All over! My work will never end.
My task is be a companion forever, who have chosen not believe...
but the true, obedient, and faithful, shall never see me again.

“Just one more question,” I pleaded, 'before you go away,
tell me: who are you really, and when will you transpire again?'
I travel the world over, and manifest whenever called.
My name is Photon; but to most, I'm known as: FIRE! So long my friend!”

This poem is about: 
Our world


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