Poetry

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SAN FRANCISCO ALLEGORY

By Robert L. Bray,Sr

I've been to San Francisco, have you?
I've held her arm, taken her pulse.
She exudes magnetic charm, ancient/
youthful.


At times she's brash, boastful, arrogant.
At other times she recedes into a naive
coyness which captivates even the most
sophisticated heart.

I've looked deep into her ageless face
and asked, "Who are you?"

She answered, "I am the product of time
and a beholder of dreams."
But that only piqued my curiosity.

So...together we strolled, arm in arm,
sharing many thoughts.
She beheld my eyes with her's and asked,
"What is the answer, my friend?"

Excited by her question, I shared with her
the Father's great love for mankind, and of
His Son , Jesus Christ, who became sin,
so that men might be saved and have
Eternal Life.

She was stirred in her heart. "Oh, come
tell my people," she pleaded.
"Please tell them; please!"

As we parted, I saw one heart-shaped tear
in her eye.

"Please," she whispered again softly.

I've been to San Francisco, have you?
I've held her arm and taken her pulse.

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