Excavation

Excavation 6/3/2014

If today had a feeling

What would it be?

And if tomorrow could tell us

What would we do?

Yesterday fades away

With all its joy and horror

As we forget

A little bit more

Every day.

The ancient past

Recedes into rock

Petrified, fossilized,

Unrecognizable and forgotten.

So far away

We think it doesn’t matter

When everything that it was

Is all around us. 

We look through a lens

A long time in the making

But we are blinded by our feelings

And immediate emotions. 

Overly attached to the useless

But forgetful of the treasure

The hidden messages

Written inside our DNA. 

We move like robots

And think like zombies

Drawn to the fire

Where we melt and die.   

Faces, names and acquaintances

They come and they go

But some will always return

Even after many years

And great distance. 

Is it chance?

Or is it destiny?

That has brought me down

And brought me here. 

Is it part of a plan?

Or just my own misery?

That drives me to collect,

Insult, and injury? 

Either way

It is what we make it

And it is Just as easy to smile

As it is to weep. 

Let us reach out

And connect ourselves

Once more, one to another

For nothing is certain

Except for love,

And God.