Time

Do we wait for hints from other Realms?
Though hints can be  confusing to the dead
Oh, let life run  like seas that overwhelm

We first look after those who are  becalmed
As hints can  be a nuisance when unfed
Do we care for hints from other Realms?

Spiritual  rules become embalmed
And hints fill shyer people with deep dread
As does life  with seas that overwhelm

Was our life an accident designed?
Do we want our hints  to be unread?
Do we share our hints from other times?

What is compassion  worth when  life’s unkind?
Where are the arms that opened when we bled?
What is life  that seas  should overwhelm?

What is life  for those who have no bed?
Sacred are all children  underfed
Do not wait for hints   and special signs
The  little voice  beneath the noise calls time

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