OF THE EONS
I. A Time
It was a time of milk and honey, and I squandered my share.
It was a season of nuts and dates and figs, and yet I did not pick, and I did not eat.
It was the peak of the mountain, and I denied communion with my God.
It was a time of music, but I did not hear.
It was a time of deep rhythm, but I did not dance.
It was a time of great freedom, and I was a slave.
It was a time of many delights, and yet nothing could satisfy me.
It was a good conversation, and yet I could not comprehend.
The reservoirs were flowing over, yet I did not fill my cup, and I did not drink.
The air was pure, but my lungs did not receive breath.
The trees grew high, but I had not the strength nor the courage to climb.
The wildflowers grew, but I had not the heart to know them.
The birds sang their songs, but I did not sing mine.
Goodness covered the earth, and yet I did not participate in its creation.
A flame was lit within my soul, but I thought not to kindle it.
II. A Moment
It is a moment of deep remembrance; I commune with the spirit of my past.
It is a moment of careful listening; I hear the words of the Sage.
It is a moment of baptism, and of redemption; I wade in the river, awaiting my Saviour.
It is a moment of discernment; I watch carefully.
It is a moment of repentance; I open my heart.
It is a moment of light; I reflect brightly into the darkness.
It is a moment of opportunity; I seek wise counsel.
III. A Day
There will come a day of heavy morning, but who will know why they mourn?
There will come a day of vast deception, yet who will not be fooled?
There will come a day of burning, and of mass destruction, but who will prophesy?
There will come a day of judgement, yet who will learn? Who will be straightened?
There will come a day when you will cry out, “From whence has come this dark night of my soul?”
I will reply; “Was it not foretold?”
There will come a day of great literacy, yet who will understand?
There will come a day of bitter fruits, yet who will be satisfied?
There will come a day of faint whispers, yet who will be still? Who will hear?
There will come a day of signs, but who will observe?
There will come a day of insanity, yet who will understand?
There will come a day of flooding, yet who will have built an ark?
There will come a day of revelation, but who will be shown? Who will see?
There will come a day of bounty, yet who will accept?
There will come a day of sacrifice, yet who will come forward with the best?
There will come a day of cleansing, yet who will be clean? Who will rise?
There will come a day of bleeding, yet who will not faint?
There will come a day of dreaming, yet who will awaken?
There will come a day of exile, yet who will not lose hope?
There will be deserts.
There will be fertile planes.
There will be gardens.
There will be snakes.
IV. It Was
It was a time.
It was a moment.
It was a day.
It was an infinity.
It was nothing, and yet everything.