Now As Then

It’s all been different

It’s all been the same

It’s all been anonymous

It’s all had a name

 

It all had a beginning

It all has an end

Its truth lost in winning

Its game of pretend

 

And we search for the answer

And we question profane

And we blame it on providence

And we smother the flame

 

As we look toward the horizon

As we look past the shore

As the waves crash with meaning

  —now as then, and before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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