We Are All Children of Time

God is the other name of Time

and Time is the other name of God.

Oh, we are all children of time,

the stones, the sounds,

the waves, the leaves…

A God who lets us slide down his hand

from here to there in our descent.

We’re pushed forward by his soft blow

until his hand turns upside down.

Mind folds time in shapeless forms

and sprinkles it with love and hate,

and fear, and grief, and loneliness,

until we yell in agony: God, where are you?

and Why, why did you leave me?

And time just keeps its run through us,

leaving us signs of seamless passage,

all over our bodies,

all over the fruits in the basket,

all over the furniture,

all over nature.

We just need to notice.

We are all children of Time.

Is it going through time the meaning of life?

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