Raw pure and simple that is all we should be, trust forgiveness foregoing our worldly desires more than ever now as sadness’s of the unknown stalk our every waking moment from the mouths of babes to beyond the last gasp.
Run for the blue lights like the fly above the trees to a rocky outcrop in the distance there they will gather and spin down to the ground, to mark yet another visit from the master a time to chisel his name, another holy place has been found this day and new pilgrims will surely follow. It is said, it is said, mark this time for all time. I see blue lights disappearing it is done.