Rebirth

Near the woods I sat
A clear sheet is all i had ,
I drew the bluest painting
With the grayest shade of mine
I double overed the sheet and
Kept it inside,
I rushed towards the busted gate
Where a poet stayed
Flaming tinder , and a hot coffee pot
And a wise man
Sipping on an espresso shot
On my tip-toes I lead my way to him
With a calm tone ; he spoke to me
" Have a seat young lady "
A red face and a soft smile as
I sat on of the couches on his side
" I know what brought you here the worldy life is what you fear "
" Forsooth ! Sire " , i replied
He opened a rusted trunk
And gave me a Book
At first ,
I felt misunderstood , later in the eve
I loosened it's tie
I turned the pages as I took a deep sigh!
I read one of the verses
Saying
" John 3:3 - Jesus answered and said to him most assuredly I say to you unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God "
The Bible !
Is what I had
I stopped on a dime,
An epiphany grabbed , my heart
It felt like a rebirth
I took that sheet out of my pant,
I unfolded it
And suddenly it was filled with spectrum shade