"Why?"

“Why?”

…spoke the naive manner in young tongue,

Of a juvenile being that jittered the while, eager for the testament,

“There shall be no reason,” rebutted an agé d hand firm,

Jolting its charge upon the child’s poor notion,

Breaking asunder vital desire for that which is yet learned,

Curious it is to my wandering mind,

As to just when curiosity transubstantiated,

Into a thing most vile,

When shall I wander more in life,

A broken line of lessons and values,

In which myself to teach,

Or thickened bramble of discourse and pain,

When prepared be my will denied,

“What’s your name?” again would come the voice of tender child,

The old coarse face well whittled with time,

That is now the mountain in the man,

Softly laughed in deliberate quakes he told,

To child, “as Father I am known,”

A crucifer field in which he stood adjacent the bell tower,

The petals all as ivory tides flowed as wind licked by,

Lightning struck, the sky sparked flame, as vines seized his feet,

Climbing quickly, quite unnatural seeming, in their attempts to shackle his voice,

“Oh Unnamed One,” he cried, “let them not claim me!”

The tower near sung too clear its thick bells rang out thrice,

Moments passed in awe full stares as the shape completed form,

The great oak is now in midst the crucifers, nay t’was a crucifer itself,

With two branch out and massive trunk, it bore naught but one bloom,

As sudden as the old man vanished, he now appeared within,

His well-carved face clear framed through the stalk,

Though not long remained him known, for crimson trickles soon veiled,

“Come on child,” I spoke, “let’s leave him to his thorns,”

Youthful face gave not reaction, beyond a blank regard,

“Why?” came again the word which hath sent the old man to his roots,

I pondered a moment, giving the words time to form,

“Because,” I said to sweet little child, “there are things to learn out there,”

As I pointed towards the yonder inverse the bleeding tree,

Sweet child offered yet another question, “Will you teach me the way?”

“No,” I said, to meet a face perplexed, “however, young keeper of the future,”

“You, my Adam, can teach me!” he smiled.