BELT OF ETERNAL TIME

BELT OF ETERNAL TIME

Amelia Earhart

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Out through the ships porthole

the dock seems quiet in its platitude- but I am

awoken by some spark, some nesting divinity

rising to form an austerity- perhaps

that time warps for a good reason to a few, or

that instead of speaking in tongues

God in His mercy abounds by Light rays

opening the gap of consciousness.

Out through the ships porthole

I feel like a survivor

from a wanton existence to meaningful purpose:

has Love brought in a new window?

Should the people walking be a symbolic gesture

that we as beings have walked

and evolved through the millennium as people

in their containments and suffrages?

If I profess this inner purpose I will attest

that my lips

have touched the feet of almighty God, waking

to be flattered by these perceptions.

Out through the ships porthole

I have transcended if just for a moment, visiting

the legacy of birth, recycling itself.

The mechanical planes above in their droning

are merely affects of our civilization

as a ‘right now’ measure

of our inventive prowess and telephoning.

God is listening, for in His encampment

are the desired speakers who as Poets exhume

His Spirit and forecasting’s.

Out through the ships porthole

the angelic rain and thunder make a short stop

opening the mind and saying

that what I see now is absolutely no Illusion.

Amelia Earhart and her plane

passed right over me in this instance.

If time is relative

to our purpose and place

then God is the commander

who all things pass

and through His fingers excel our existence.

Amelia- you are with God as all His children.

Who we are

and what we’ve become are anointed

traveling the belt of eternal time.