eulogies and Love...

'hey kid...
How are you feeling?'
the Architect him asked...

they were on the grassy land...
and the blue sky with white
and the sun gold
they were there too...

but His voice had a sternness...
stern...
'i must have done something wrong...
but where? when?
in recent times?
when i was only ten?
or fifteen?
or twenty three?
or thirty?
or thirty four?
when?
where?'

he quizzed his self...
looking at the green...
envisioning his past...
pathos...
dust...
lust...
caged...
proud...
without innocence...
perhaps...

'not here...
but here the same...'
He replied...
he had nothing to say...

'are you getting proud? kid?
so many people...
and eulogies?
eh?'
He asked...
lying on the bed
of grass...
medium sized...
waving ...

He looked up...
the Sun...
a bit hot...
not gold

'i got it...'
he said
and opened the cloud account...
straight...
moving away from Him
who was sleeping...

and he posted
a few lines there:
'i am nothing...
i am just the Architect's servant...
and i with a firm assertion
only repeat...
i wish to remain in Love
but not be proud...
Never...
for that would only cause real death
which only i am afraid of...
and Love i still believe more...
Isabel...
she is there i know
but she must be having full understanding
of this assertion
of mine...
i want to be in Love...
but not Proud...
Eulogies are bad...
them i fear the most
they are my only far...
still now...
oneday i am sure
i would make a journey
beyond that fear...
i pray...
that journey happens to me
and us all quick...'