The future will arrive
Without an invitation
Have we sacrificed depth
of understanding
For speed of information-
Facts for truth?
Splitting our intention
Into fine unconnected fragments?
Lost in dreams of the night
But we sense a change in the light.
A hush
As some fell to their knees
Fascinated by myth and story
Life is measured by seasons
The rhythm of the moon
A pocket of time
And a whisper of hope.