Million Billion Trillion

how is it that you can tell, even if you dont know someone
that their eyes are holding somthing, that question, that dying clarity
"i have a question"
how is it, the first time you touch someones hand
a tear falls
how can you live a whole life
or two separate lives
and meet for a second, a second that changes eveything
a second that cancels out them all
"what happens when I die"

we never say hello or goodbye or share any personal thing

just one intense exchange
life/death

what happens when I die?

its like time is an imagination
and when your in a moment
its completely irrelevant

before and after

we are just there

strangers begging answers. inescapably connected by our immortalities.

grabs my hand and presses fingers, we souls look at eachother

"forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ ministered by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God; not in tables of stone, but in fleshy tables of the heart..." 2 cor 3:2

what am I, but what Grace has given me to be, a timely messenger

what are these insignificant seconds but lifetimes

what are we all, but you and me and this 'holy' moment