Why We Wait

We put on these bodies

but, they never fit that well.

Life. Life so short-we can't bear it.

The pain of our longing is a cry

caught forever in the throat of creation.

The light breaks through dark clouds,

and the beauty of the world washes in

and flows into every ocean.

Time is the great magician who flicks his cape 

to give the mechanical lie to creation.

But time can only

delay the eternal,

while it puts a mask on the god-head

and hides reality in an alarm clock.

We put on these bodies

but they never fit that well.

The song of the earth is sung

the melody echoes through our bones.