It’s the same place, just a different time.
Structures come and go
but the Earth remains
through the constant changes of
weathering, plowing, harvesting, feeding.
Listen carefully and you can hear echoes
of the past on the wind and looking closely
offers an opportunity to catch a glimpse.
In the blink of an eye we all fall down
after chasing future moments
with each present
step, breath, heartbeat, and question
until legacy is left behind
in another’s care as
memory, inspiration, and wisdom
to be reimagined with renewed purpose.
This is actually very
old, basic, precious…
It is love! The greatest gift!
It is love that speaks
creations into existence.
It is all love, just love perpetuating
peace, hope, joy, and forgiveness
time after time.
~ Rhonda Bailey, poet
~ Dave Widman, photographer
