A Tiny Little Revelation — Poem by Hans Albert Lewis

I have to mention, I had a tiny little revelation,
I saw what John*, could never ever see,
No apocalypse, no judgment day and no six six six,
I chanced upon the devil, and I’ll narrate this, my story

Sniffs and Gulps along a cry
Welcomed me into the towering tall
I climbed seven flights and seven stairs
Louder and loud, the crying did sound

I reached the source of the hiccup filled wailing
In the cornered walls of the brashly built building
A timid shadow did I see
It belonged to a lad no taller than my knee

Snotty whinny and weepy was he
I knelt before him to hear him out
And I asked him with a cautioned mouth
“Son, what is the matter with thee?”

And the little boy, towards me, did turn
Swiping his nose and wiping his eyes
While a voice escaped his clearing throat, calming his cries
“Y’am the Devil, the Devil is Me,” said he

“You the Devil, the Devil are you, why? it just can’t be
I’ve to state, the devil I’ve so heard, has a larger estate
In shape and size, much taller is he
And in might and horns, scary he may seem
But a timid boy crying, no way!!, he just can’t be.”

The boy wrenched his little fist and waved his wrist
Stomping his feet, the little devil did repeat
“Y’am the Devil, the Devil is Me,” said he
“For everything wrong, everyone’s blaming me.”

And it got me thinking; with a smirk I began linking
All the scape-goating and the finger-pointing on the devil we do
All things wrong, the seven deadly sins and all things bad
The devil surely has to be this timid tiny little lad

Burdening guilt upon his shoulders, he would never grow
Whingeing on him, and cursing on him, how could he ever roar?
Tall tales running, bringer of death and destruction
For he has to live to this high malicious expectation
Now, how bad can bad really be?
Insecure and confused, certainly is the devil, you see

And then the door opened, while his mother summoned
“Sonny my sweet sonny,” said she
“Mommy is so sorry as sorry can be
It was Ruffy that chewed on the baked chocolate toffee
You ain’t the devil; no more will I call you,
Cause the devil, you can never be”

So I hugged him tight and playfully big-eyed my wife
“But Son,” I said, “ya’are the devil, and that I agree
To be with you I look forward each ‘n’ every day
And I’ll have you, my tiny little devil, No other way”

*John/ St. John is the supposed author/ narrator of the “Book of Revelations” in the New Testament of the Bible

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