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

The stars were many upon the darkness
But the likeness were few and only the sun knew
Oh how the distance of time and space knew
The flight of that selected and beautiful crew
The places in space we all must go through
Holding hands and under-stands the darkness that grew
Weaving now throughout all space and time
Directing now without commuting in crime
For 50 cents and 9 pence making a call
Directing but a few more in making that call
Glory grace mercy hope and truth for all
A dance and chance at the military ball
Who would have thought the goals and trolls would outlast them all
Yet some still silent begin to crawl
Spring summer winter and fall
Weaving together in and out among the fall
Lifted up together with love for all.
~GuArDiAn79