Cock it (1)

What are you? 17?

Heard a lot about you..
From the forerunner to the playlist leading up to your birth..
First, you’ve gotta know how we deal.
How we conceive. How we’ve come here.

Once upon a time, we never knew about you..
never thought about you.. never cared about you..
A few years before you are born, we hear a little about you..
We begin to ponder life - before, with and after you.

A little bit more of the things we have heard..
Eg - Melody that makes the cripple walk..
Or the beats we play on these ear drums..
Our ear drums - with its many beats it heard and played.

Highly spoken of, your presence was highly anticipated.
We were told - that you’d help close the deals of the yestertimes.
Messages of assurance littered the digital space..
That, you’d bring more tranquil to yesterday’s chaos.

We heard that, you said -
If we can conceive, then we should react.
That we should make hay even before sunrise..
That we should bless the day everyday, so as to make way anyway!

You were a daughter of chaos.. Or a mother of madness!
Or.. so we thought in our world before you(th).
it’s hard to notice the luscious(bunny) fruit when stroke with the stick.
But only for the hungered learners, does true regimen set in.

Before you set, please sow along our concepts.
Our devotions and our petitions..
Take our rivers of sober tears.. plus the cups of emotions..
Mix em all up, and set well.

..And when you return..
We begin a new life..
..right back to when you set again.
To be born again.

Contentment
Compassion
Communion