Print-Ages

Time is document in line with now.....it is not the wisdom of millennium unwound.
Twisting, turning into bounds of yearning, truths spun in our written learning.

Document in ring of the tree the final verse in circle on the periphery.
Imprints of life and songs of man written through the ages all time shall withstand.

Rebirth to flourish into the future, these legends of healing will mend with times suture....
All wounds dissipate as the line turns round the bend. Time and the curve circumvent then blend.

Time runs in clockwise patterns.
Rehearsing the past in counterclockwise turns.......round and round in circles we ride the merry go round.......
repeating footsteps the music our fingerprints resound.

Earth responds in reverberations of man and life goes on coarsed by the love in each grain of sand.
Memory records each passage along the way, evolution progresses with every day.

Remembrance is stimulated by our thoughts of love.
Chartering eternity with mercy from the angels above.
Humanity's imprint to mark the ages ......the cosmic diction during times rages.

- Blanche McLanahan