The Beat Goes On

Life is getting shorter. A curious compression of the wave of generations has the long lived olders outlasting their multi-centenarian children.

Six hundred year old men caught in a cosmic doppler. What would life look like from that view? The questions I would have. Perhaps the answers I would have.

Things suddenly seem thicker, slower, and heavier. The flood was only yesterday, but the memory is so strange and distant I’m tempted to question whether it ever really happened – could it have only been a vision?

Lives marked only by their procreating and surviving. It doesn’t seem to do justice. What was going on? Where did they go? What did they do?

You scriptures – I want to come to terms with you but today you’re not helping. You’re showing yourself uninteresting. Life is more than this. Tell a better story.

I smile. I am so demanding. They lived. They loved.   It is enough.