The scholars of ancient times have pondered upon your path… yet they are not alone. My young child questions your strength and wonder as she peers through squinted eyes.
I search for the bonds I have between myself and the people of the past…. the desire to love… the quest for growth and understanding… what gift has been given to us all… to warm and fuel our flesh?
I close my eyes to ponder the perfection of the Great Garden... the beginning of life and of thought… the perfection and uniformity. A new day began and the canopy of life was lit as the creatures of the night paused to reflectively check their chronometers.
Your life’s source is pushed into our realm and thrust upon our brows. Men have tried to tame your power throughout the millennia… but we are forced to await your next appearance on the other side of our horizon.
As I peer across the sands, I see the reaction of the earth from your trespass. The invisible waves of energy that glide their way back to their source only rehearse the play that my ancestors watched through their eyes.
I feel great comfort in knowing that the same sun that shown flares of warmth upon the face of my Lord as He walked upon the earth, falls also upon my cheek. It will also, after my departure, warm the soul of my offspring.
Shannon R Killman
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