You came to visit me in the <br />Place where I abide, my home, <br />As a divine guest, a dignitary, <br />Honored and respected. <br />I treated you as such. <br /> <br />I offered what I had, <br />Which is not much, for <br />I have no fruity things, <br />No fluids inked by a bean, <br />Even gifts from my animal friends, <br />Only water. <br /> <br />You heartily accepted, <br />And I bring you the cup, <br />One moment full, one <br />Moment empty, refilled, <br />Drained, again containing. <br /> <br />We talk, times of the day, <br />Current events, popular people, <br />But our words are just vehicles, <br />For our discussion has nothing to <br />Do with time, since neither do we. <br /> <br />What is time to a deity that <br />Is eternal, rather than everlasting? <br />Making water was not my job, <br />Dispensing it was. You drink, for it is <br />Not your job to dispense it, but to drink. <br /> <br />When I visit you, in your Temple, <br />You shall dispense to me, <br />Between your times of creating <br />Water for others, and Making, <br />For me to dispense to others. <br /> <br />In your Temple, you are the host, <br />The honorable, Magnificent one, <br />And your glory lights all you survey; <br />It does my heart good to see it, <br />So it is, conversely, and similarly, in my realm. <br /> <br />I say, 'How was your day? ' <br />You answer, 'A thousand years, ' <br />And we smile, timeless, <br />For love, respect, caring <br />Transcend the tick of clocks, <br />And the lie of language.<br /><br />Tsani Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gods-cantina/
