Don’t be frightened on your journey through time.
I offer you my arms to lean on.
My eyes to see.
My ears to hear.
My mouth to chew.
Let me be your guide.
As you have been mine.
I promise you constancy of seasonal cycles.
Alternation of night and day.
The lub dub of my heart.
Whose turn it is to soothe you to sleep.
By Lynn Benjamin
July 25, 2004