Life Goes On

Life goes on.
Time goes on,
eaten by the minutiae
that robs time for caring,
for loving.

The broken are
replaced by lists,
by doing,
by constant motion
that offers no difference.

The present
is lost
to the
whirlwind of movement
that becomes the past.
Hope loses.
Love loses.
The future,
gone before its time.

God weeps.
We are not still.
We do not hear.

Life goes on.

To honor my friend, Allan,
who did hear.

by jackie shields
09.04.14