Wherever you are, be aware—
There’s a streaming Now
Flowing through red and blue air….
Right here; right now.
Weight of the world’s high roof
Is held upon the flaming beams,
Supports rooms where windows
Permanently flung open to the light,
Moving wind exhausts itself,
Heated first by morning Sun
Then cooled by the Moon at night.
So many who once stood
Where you now stand
Are sealed under the ground.
No longer do they climb the steps.
They rest under startling sky,
Their voices heard in dreams
That come alive under burning stars.
You are but a tourist here,
Passing through this time,
Wearing your crown of gold or thorns,
Here for the moment, wondering
How much love you can bear to bear.