Everywhere I look, I see these faces at the bottom of a well
and the faces are younger and stronger most every day
and few were as strong or as young as the face I saw today
The faces are cool-brown-easy and they each mask brilliance
and shield innocence and project vigilance.
I smile, but they don’t smile back
as if to say, “It’s not your time.”
On the life side we mark time with the death side
because their time is our time.
Life goes on to death goes on to life
and the circle in not broken
unless you dare not look
at the faces in the bottom of the well.
Do you see what I see?
And this does not even begin to do justice to the thousands of unnamed faces at the bottom of the well…
and there are those of us among the living so deeply scarred, we’d prefer to be at the bottom
no longer clinging to the sides – but that is not our fate.
Breathe love. Breathe love. Breathe love.