The sands of time flow like a phone call
from the nickel back to the covering dime
ignorance was sublime in a nation space or place
knitting and weaving throughout all of time
cooperative and viable the business of Identity
a song or a new psalm walking hand in hands
from the podium into the world hunting stands
going under seeking above the trees and throughout the skies
uncovering truths and delivering those lost in lies
a doorway leading to a labyrinth of keys
or a hallway leading to distant rooms
follow me a voice was heard just as the gate began to close
what was the importer's new clothes?
was it for them or those the fireman brought a special hose
heaven on Earth or the hell below
the time of times only the Angels know
but today knowledge grows from the hearts of many
into the deep unknown like an orchestra whispering to and fro
if today were yesterday and tomorrow was today
these are the words we all would say
this too shall P.A.S.S.
~Psalms 19