Miguel
Mikey
Mike
Michael
My Call.
My Call to be a Light.
His Light.
His light to pierce the darkness.
Not the darkness of his Puerto Rican skin
but a darkness that tries to silence a voice
His voice
God’s voice in Him
A voice designed to speak rhymes
Rhymes like chimes
In the ears of Angels
Lil’ Angels
His Angels
Covered in dirt and grime
Never given the time
Cuz’ they spend their time
Picking up other people’s grime.
My Call.
My call to influence the nations.
with TOMS
Scarves
Loungies
Hats
The shirt off my back
To clothe the naked
The naked stripped of humanity.
Nameless.
Faceless.
Noticed by One.
One who rocks Converse
While daring to Converse with
The Formerly naked
Now Formally clothed in Kingdom Threads.
Michael.
My Call.
My call to be a man.
A man of God.
Annointed lips that spill prophecy.
Pouring like rain from Above.
Above all else
Choosing to be the least
But in the least
You are Great.
And Greater things You Shall Do.
Greater than 11 months and 11 nations
Than your occupations
And associations.
The transformation from teammate to Leader
One day to Lead Her
Your One
One and Only
Your smokin’ hott wife!
My Call.
My Call to effect
Effect with affection
Toe popping
Hair tugging
Hand shaking
No mistaking
His taking love to a squad
The squad
ouR squad.
Romanced by the Aroma
Of oils once poured out over Holy Feet
Now lavished on arms
His arms
That carry eternal love
A love that has forever changed:
Janell
Emily
Bethany
Chris
Leslie
Chelsea
Sarah
Carmen
Carly.
Michael.
My Call.
My Call to Love.