Spiritus Quaestus

A simple amount of time it takes, just in the blink of an eye.

All of a sudden you turn around, and there it is inside.

That mystery of time and space, a glowing light encircled by

faith.

From the beginning to end, there and back again, his way remains

the same.

But when full of pain from the living game, we often lose this

sight.

Now older and hopefully wiser we must move on ahead.

Straight to the mornings fresh brightness, back from the nights dark

discontent.

A second chance, a third or fourth, an infinity for them all.

With a dance from the fool and the tears of a child, we pray and

cry for what?

The answer comes so the question is lost, must we start all over

again?

Truth rings out in a small still voice, children know what their

hearts will say.

If only we could understand, their secret thoughts or speak

their sacred tongue.

The Word was spoken, but we heard it not, caught in dreams, no

sound could break us free.

Two thousand years is a moment's thought in the cascading

movements of time.

And a Father's Son after giving his love, now knows what our

loneliness means.

What was the true question he brought to me, I recall with

frustrated sighs.

To discover the child pregnant in man?

A birth from the Spirit's Quest,

both Question and Answer now joined.

Time standing still, the past is here the future now, All three

becoming one!

R. P. Starbuck