God And I Were Lost In Conversation

I had been entering the third day
Of my spiritual quest
I felt the sun on my face
I had been there a long time
I was surprised at how easy the fast
I watched the toddlers at the play ground
Time came to a stand still

I had no future no past
I could see the threads of heaven
Bleeding through the clouds
I became aware of being lost
In the ephemeral
Existence bubbled
Up and through the cosmic soup

I had just been notified of Desmonde's
Being dragged into the no more
I closed my eyes and could see
The sweat bleeding through his shirt
An image from ten years before
I felt sadness
And what is

Then I became
Painfully close to life's exit
I could feel the sucker
I heard him saying

'You have more time'
Somehow Desmonde's voice
Said take the moment