Even if severed and separated,
or sent far, far away like the sun,
lost and forgotten,
Truth shall reappear one soon day.
For Truth is.
Yet, where are all the missing children?
Have they wandered too far
on horses, and in chariots, in carts,
upon mules and dromedaries?
Would we still find them by mourning
in the temple courts, sitting among the teachers,
listening, and asking questions?
if they were in sight, would we trust our eyes
amidst a world so often lost in the night?
Would we see even the angels
this far from paradise?
See, darkness covers the earth.
We may remain asleep and lose ourselves
Or we may be blessed to rise up in splendor,
and with faith let go the darkness.
There’s an orange diced upon the plate,
the found smiles framed by grinds,
by time, by time.
And there, here, we are all children
amidst a world of seeds of morning.
We are not just the future,
but the present,