days of years

we've only lived

a week so far

but it feels more

like a year

concentration

past its peak

illumination

not so clear

decreasing sense

the present? tense

and strained beyond

our expectations

waning energy

to listen

let alone try

to respond

amidst the simmering

frustrations flooding

out in exclamations

and childish exaggerations

drawing us farther

from the shimmering

Incarnations of the Truth

the childlike Wisdom

that we seek

wary of the worldly

wiles from painted smiles

that pander winsome

sentiments as deeply

wondrous sacred visioning

that baffles and beguiles

all us weary

bleary humans

born as humble

from the Humus

that is Holy

turning fallow

as we stumble

o'er the shallow

puddles of muddle

and we mumble

through the Poetry

bearing witness

to the Mystery

and we bumble

through the Chorus

of the Cosmos

crying out

in Harmony

that all of Life

is Hallowéd

forgetting we

are all a part

of Thy Name

of the Heart

and Breath

and Soul

Sweat and Soil

Flesh and Bone

Core of our True

Hearth and Home

where we roam

along the Sand

and the Foam

groaning out

a 'Hallelujah?'

questioning

the basic fitness

of our Psyches

gloaming witless

wandering aimless

pandering shameless 

searching for the source

of sickness

suffering from

a lethal virus

with no cure

(not even coming

from King Cyrus)

hoping for some

kind of hero

who could rise

and shine a Light

of Hope and Healing

for our reeling

sense of direction

confounded by our growing

predilection to infection

compounded by our lacking

in attention and intention

we are needing

an inflection

towards Silence

an infusion

of Wonder

wholly to defuse delusion

slowly to confuse confusion

to reveal the Reality

that We are all

the Heroes we desire

to inspire us

in our sublimely

Divinely Human Totality

and We are all

making our way

through uncharted lands

of waste and wandering

making the Way

by walking It

without haste

and with deep Wondering

and We are all

Beacons of the Light

Deacons of the Day

even though it may

feel like a year

we need not fear

any sigh or cry

or tear

since the One

for Whom Days

and Weeks

and Years

are all One

and the Same

knows us all

by our True Name

which in the realm

of what is familiar

and Familial

is innately unique

and infinitely special

and yet One

and the Same.

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('We Make the Path by Walking' © Paul Gaffney)