Master Michael Ramsey - Eye of the Storm: The Times and Rhymes of Master Michael Ramsey

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EYE OF THE STORM: THE TIMES AND RHYMES OF MASTER MICHAEL RAM-SEY

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EDITED BY: ANDREA BROWN [IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR ANGEL 11/27/1992-5/4/2017] AND SAMUEL L. HERBIN

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ISBN: #978-0-9992132-4-7

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In Loving Memory of

Tiffany Ann-Marie Ramsey

The only girl in the world that knew me the best

THE RIGHT PICTURE IS WORTH ONE THOUSAND WORDS, BUT THE RIGHT WORD IS WORTH ONE THOUSAND PICTURES

-M.M. RAMSEY

TABLE OF CONTENTS

GENESIS

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created Heavens and Earths; birthed moons and stars and threw them far as He could see into a sea of dark matter.

And it was good.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created Light; And it was bright and beautiful and came right from the darkness into Life.

And it was good.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created land, golden sand, hills and mountains, water fountains; Made the morning new and the evening cool and Laid the night down as a blanket for His Feet.

And it was good.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created Pastures, and told flowers and trees to become planters; To spread their seeds in the wind and let the Breeze take them away.

And it was good.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created winters, summers, springs, and falls;

Colors and wonders and gave them all their own time and space to be amazing.

And it was good.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created the flying, the crawling, the swimming, the walking; The feathers the scales, the legs, the tails; The heartbeat, the purpose: to fill the air, to fill the surface.

And it was good.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created His image from Spirit. Wrapped it in dust.

His whispers entered it. Made it Man. Gave it fruit. Gave it seed.

Gave it beast. Made it King. Gave it Eve. Made her Queen. Gave it water. Gave it seas. Gave it light. Gave it dark. Gave it moon. Gave it star. Told it to say His name; wherever, whenever Hes never far.

Told it that everything is good, and this is just the start.

In the beginning God thought, and sought to share His love.

From above He created. And when he made it, and it was good,

He rested.

Then, it was tested.

"EVERYTHING HAS BEAUTY, BUT NOT EVERYONE SEES IT"

-CONFUCIUS

THE REFLECTION POOL

EVERYONE IS QUIET BECAUSE MY DADDY IS SLEEPING

So I am quiet. And I just look at him. I want to wake him, but he looks so nice lying there. Dressed nice like a business man. He's probably tired from working so hard. So I won't wake him. I'll just look at him. They say I look like him. So I see his nose and I touch my own. It's a small nose. My mommy's nose is big and wide. My daddy's is small, like mine. I want to touch his nose, but he's sleeping. He has pretty eyes, too. Even closed they are so nice, like a doll's eyes. Like my sister's doll's eyes. The kind that opens really big and bright, and then close to make them sleep when you move their heads. He used to look at me with his eyes and when he smiles his eyes smile. And they were big and brown, like shiny new pennies. I don't know how he did it. How can a person make their eyes smile? But my daddy did it all the time. He always smiled. He must be very happy a lot. I would cry when he would leave the house. I would cry and scream that I want my daddy. I want to go with my daddy. And he would come back through the door and grab my hand and we'll walk out together. Then he would say that if I wanted to be with him I couldn't cry. So I stop. And he smiles. There are a lot of people crying now. They must not be able to go with him when he wakes up. But I know he'll take me. He'll take me to see all his friends. But all of them are here now. And they are all crying. So he must be going some place special when he wakes up. Some place wonderful and I will go with him. My sister is crying. She always wants to go with us, but my mommy says that it's only for the boys, and she has to stay home. But daddy always brings her something back. And when he comes back she always runs to him, flapping her tiny arms like a little bird, and he always lifts her way high in the air. And she spreads her little bird wings and she flies up there, way high in the air. And she spreads her little bird wings and she flies up there, way high in his arms. And she's happy again. This time I will pick out something really nice for her when we go to this wonderful place so she won't cry anymore. Maybe another doll that has big smiling eyes like my daddy's. My mommy isn't crying, but she looks tired. She's dressed up really pretty too. She must have come from work and is sleepy now. Her eyes are really, really tired. Everyone's eyes are really, really tired. Really red. They should take a nap. And they're really quiet because my daddy is napping. They are sitting around in their nice clothes too, waiting on him to wake up, just like I'm waiting on him. I wonder where we'll go. We always go to these big fancy grown people places where he'll see all his friends and laugh and drink nasty soda water. He had once given me some soda water and I didn't like it so I spit it out, and it made my breath stink, and my daddy laughed at me and told me that when I grow like him I will probably like it. I don't think so. But I would watch him as he talks with his guy friends and lady friends. Mommy never did like his lady friends, and she would always get mad at him because he had lady friends. So when I would see them with him I would never tell mommy because I don't want her to be mad at him. And I don't want him to be in trouble. When he's with them he smiles a lot and laughs a lot. And the lady friends smile a lot with him too. And they play in his hair because his hair is really, really long and shiny like my sister's doll's hair. And I wonder will my hair grow really, really long and shiny like that because I want ladies to play in it too, like my daddy's. And when he sees me looking at him, rubbing my own head, he'll come over and say that I will be just like him. And his lady friends will smile. And this makes daddy's eyes smile. I know some of his lady friends are here now, but I won't tell mommy. I don't want daddy to be in trouble and can't take me with him to his wonderful place. So I whisper into his ear that his lady friends are here, and I tell him that I won't tell mommy either. But he's still sleeping. And I look at his face. A very slender face with grown people hair under his little nose and chin. His hair is spread out under the pillow he's sleeping on. It's very long and shiny and pretty. My sister would braid it whenever we came back home. He would sit on the floor and my sister would play with it like his lady friends play with it, and braid it then, take it down and braid it over. And he would let her do this for hours as he sat on the floor, and I would sit next to him and his eyes would be really, really red, and his breath would smell like smelly nasty soda water. The day he let me have some he told me not to tell mommy, so I didn't, but I think she knew because she said my breath was smelly, and this made daddy's eyes laugh. And then I laughed, and then I couldn't stop laughing. But right now his mouth is very still. I never seen it so still. His lips are big and pink and when he smiles his teeth shows and they're really nice. My teeth are big, like mommy's, and I don't like to smile. But daddy tells me that it's nice to smile because I have his smile. My lips are big like his too. And kids would make fun of me, but no one makes fun of my daddy's lips, and he lets his lady friends kiss my lips, and this makes me smile. I hope he gets up soon. I'm ready to go. Mommy made me put my church clothes on and daddy has his church clothes on too. So we look alike. Daddy has a lot of church clothes but never goes to church with us. But when we return from church I would go find my daddy to show him what I look like in my suit, and he would show me his suit and tell me that I look just like him. And I would wait to go with him in my suit, but mommy wouldn't let me. But I'm wearing my suit now so we must be going some place really nice. So I hope he gets up really soon because it's getting really late and mommy hates it when daddy stays out late. So I try to wake him by touching his hand and I jump because it's not like touching his hand when I would hold them as we walked down the street. His hands are big with long fingers and they're always warm. Not like mine. My hands are always cold, and at night I would put them under my sister's pillow when we slept. My daddy is wearing the ring he always wears. He said he would give it to me as soon as I could fit it. It has shiny letters that spells, M.R. That's how you spell his name and that's how you spell mine, too. So the ring would be for me, too. Right now it doesn't fit none of my fingers. Not even my thumb. It's a pretty ring. Daddy has a lot of shiny rings and chains and things. And he has a favorite leather jacket that he always wear. And when he takes it off I put it on and look in the mirror to see if I look like daddy. It's very big and it always smells just like him. But right now he's not wearing any of it. Only our ring on his little finger. His hands are folded across his chest and he don't move when I touch them and they don't feel like his hands. They're cold, like mines. And I look at his face and it doesn't look like his face, but it looks like my daddy. And this confuses me. His shiny face isn't shining. His face always shines like the sun. My mommy's face is darker like hot co-co. But daddy's face looks like beach sand. And it is always glowing. My face is like his, and I would see the color of his hand and the color of my hand when we walked down the street. He would say that we were mixed with something and this would confuse me. Now I look at his face and it's my daddy's face, but it's not like my face, and his hands are cold like my hands and they don't feel like my daddy's hands. And this confuses me. The people behind me are beginning to talk loudly, and I want them to be quite because my daddy is sleeping. But I'm hoping that he wakes up so that I can see his face and eyes and his smile; and so he can tell me where we're going because I'm ready to go. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't like this place. I want to go home with my daddy. So I'm hoping that he wakes up now. My mommy is arguing with daddy's lady friends behind me. She is mad and my uncles try to calm her down. I whisper to my daddy to get up. Mommy's mad. I whisper to him that he has to get up to stop all this because only he can stop it because he always fixes everything. But he doesn't get up. And this confuses me. And there's so much noise behind me now because mommy is really mad at daddy's lady friends, and when she gets really mad she begins to fight; so she fights, and my sister fights right along with my mommy. My sister's face is like mine and daddy's face, but right now it's so red that it looks as if it has been burnt by the sun. My uncles are telling everyone to leave because they're making too much noise and my daddy is sleeping. But I want him to wake up to stop mommy from being mad, and to stop my sister from crying in her pretty dress. But I look at his face and it don't change none. Not even a flicker of his eyes are moving. Doesn't he hear what's going on? Why won't he wake up? I scream in his ear: