Child, you still see through eyes
unobstructed by experiences
of failures and hopelessness
of people lost and love betrayed
Your eyes shall witness a future
that Time herself has yet to conjure
as divinity and humanity wage war
to protect the heights and depths of Life itself
A Time . . .
of countries sundered by evil despots
of inventions that unify global families
of weapons perfected for genocide
of medicines that promise immortality
of streams, glaciers, birds sacrificed by human greed
of Mother Earth embracing warriors who protect Her domain
of portending words of gloom spewed from costly pulpits
of whispers of faith and goodness by those pure of heart
of demons who worship banners of religion and nation
of saints who fight for justice, protection, righteousness
Child, allow me to join your sojourn to the future
for just a Time and a half a Time
to share with you my crumbs of crusty wisdom
to see visions of promise through your eyes
For grandson Roman. Inspired by his mother’s (Megan) keen photographer eyes.
The blood in your veins
