When I was a child, so very long ago, I never could imagine getting old.

How fast does time flash by if you live your life running at full speed to reach the goals others never see? I want to hit the wall at 90 doing 70mph to fly high when I leave.

When I was young, a child, crippled and in pain,

I never dreamt that I could do anything big.

As I aged and got stronger, my confidence grew.

Then somehow, I came to believe I could control all that I knew.

I thought I had my future in my hands to shape and mold,

but I learned a lesson through the lens that does not work well until we’re old.

What happened when I thought I knew and could control the days that grew to years?

A dream and visions, nightmarish, became my reality.

I denied that God could predict a date and time to be in a place where you could die

and nothing could change what He said would be.

I thought there was no way that any Being of any sort could tell me, as a young man, when I would die, was my retort.

I lived my life determined to die before that time, despite my efforts to destroy the life I did not enjoy.

In my daze and endless rage, my anger ravaged me as I passed the mark I did believe was meant for me.

Addicted to adrenalin from the many wild rides, I continued on my run at ever-growing speeds.

I tempted death to visit me in many ways it could,

but every time that I got close,

I survived despite none should.

Then Adam, my first-born son, named Adam Brad Kittel

was born into a world where I forgot what I was told.

I lived as a father to a boy who was my pride, my life, and my joy.

I built a legacy for him to hold one day,

but forgot what was foretold,

That Brad Kittel would die by 24,

Never to see 25 alive.

When Adam wrote the Song of Salvage music for my poem,

I still had not remembered fully but had premonitions come around.

I saw my son in Paris, France,

but dead, as he was found,

and the place where he would die,

I was shocked and spoke the sounds

repeating that God could not tell me

where Adam would go down.

I stopped my son from traveling to Paris more than once,

but he grew up to do just what I told him not to do.

“You worry too much, Dad.” as he hugged and left that day.

He handed me the song he created, which I played.

I never saw my son again.

What can a father say

when his son goes away?

I simply hugged and loved him.

Then let him have his day.

The day came when I got the news,

my son had disappeared

just before returning from,

Paris, France, where it appeared

he’d drowned and was not seen again

until the CIA came around.

Do you want to find your son?

The question came from a Samaritan.

I said yes but knew what ensued

would tear apart, my world unglued.

What do you do when your identity

is shattered and will not be seen

forever in this life or dreams?

Do you go to sleep and not wake up?

Do you die inside and grow a new heart?

I had no idea where to start.

“At your service. Humbled now.”

What can I do to show somehow

my gratitude since I have found

that God is real, his word divine?

I live each day in service now.

I will give my life and all I own.

I will travel the world to share the words.

I will defend against the evil that is now being sent in.

My job is clear!

MY will is strong!

I believe that, with faith,

Wii will win this war.

But I understand it is not in my hands.

I accept with humility and hand over my command.

What comes next, my God doth know,

and with the glimpses I get shown,

much will change soon as Wii grow

The light of transformation

that is just starting to glow.

The Light Brigade is coming,

This is what I am told,

except for the big surprise is that,

I am one of that fold.

Wii the Warriors of the Light,

Led by God and more than Might,

Faith and Love fuel us to grow

solutions for the problems now.

Stand up to the calling now.

Don’t sit back and wonder how.

Begin the work to be your best

for the future brings the final test.

Few will make it through the times

when the weakest ones are left behind.

NO battle rages that can bear the weakest

as the smoke won’t clear

until the end of wars so near.

Once the chance to rebuild comes,

examples then need to be found.

Then survivors can begin to form the paradise within.

From the heart and mind of those who see the Light,

who feed and grow solutions that Wii all need now.

Amazing things can happen soon.

The chance for miracles will bloom.

Believe and Wii can yet achieve

the victory that I believe

I was born to share.

Brad W. Kittel