XIV.
“Glory be to God”
Glory be to God, I am
Emboldened and empowered
I wanted once to waste away my flesh
Now the heart, my heart, beating
in my chest
Sweet music, descend upon me
Tell me what my dream may foretell
Terrible and frightening is the image
of hell
Father said it is like an eternal
Falling and burning
I have now clue where now he is
I lost him and the grief was enormous
Elijah, I loved so little about you
You told truth in honor to God on
This earth, though, I know that
And his son, his inheritor—don’t
Believe I will ever succumb to you
Again. I am my son
Andrew Tye is from a town named Temple. He believes all humans are poets. He performs his forthcoming book My Son as a one-man show in NYC. He aims to share the book and the show with national audiences.