Sit with me for a moment while I show you my thoughts through crystals of time, the why and the blame.
As they watch the sun glows in my eyes and the moon calendars still and alive.
The ignorance of history, terrain, religious and of the why, the school system and subversive leaders, regular normal people wanting more, more, more.
Am I glad to see people finally come to the wakening or do I find it frightening? Two things can be true at once.
One of my heroes, Jesus, who was not God but preached the ways, carried a sword even before the caliphates rose. I over heard a talking head on a screen say, "We go where the terrorists are." It was in reference to Syria, I almost laughed out loud as I recalled the neighbor that would turn in neighbor for not wearing a mask, outside, scared of death and breath. I recalled the governors of city states decree how many families could gather for the holydays. I recall a moment when families wouldn't gather for a celebration because some there wouldn't vaccinate them selves from a man made virus created by the people that made the man made virus. I recall families split apart as churches changed their ways radically against the will of Gods commands. Men flouncing around in women’s sacred spaces. So I went to the old rivers and stones and prayed, as my life waters fell from my eyes in sadness of what man kind had become.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Death stepped from the river, her body soft and pale, ashes to ashes for others, knowledge of life eternal for some.
Dear man kind,
The desert sands spin, the drum beats pin the air, the song of time filters through the ears.
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