Come and Gone

Come let us catch the wind as we gasp for air, You and I, may catch promises not broken yet. Come let us wade the waters as we drink life, You and I, may catch treasures not yet washed away. Come let us dig the soil and smell the earth, You and I, dear spirit may part when I go where I belong. For what then is wind, water and soil? In promises of treasures that cease! When brokenness flows unto that phantasmagoria - Undefined yet feared, known yet sudden! What then can faith call it? The fleeting moments are but a ‘once upon a time’ Walls cannot be built; they use us to rise – Love is not the essence; it uses us to procreate – Religion is not the quest; it uses us to be sane – Education is not the civility; it uses us to be defined – The façade – The persona – Teeming Billions – Are a myriad of Islands – Betraying and betrayed! Then ceasure … The wind still blows. The water stays. The soil nourished. Fed by this spinning dust- A particle with a soul. 00:00:00 hours thought.