He walks, stall to stall, looking for his missing wife, or sister, or mother. I can see the strange eyes everyone is giving him. How can this dread head dirty sneakers wearing loon be looking for this woman. Many don’t even look at the photo afraid that they might let him loose on her. They think they might know the reason she left. Look at him? Does he deserve her? Isn’t he the reason she’s missing. All he wants is to find her. He’s lost his voice asking people where they might have seen her.
I drive past him, thinking to myself, where indeed is she?
He’s tired of calling. Everyone has refused, deliberately to pick his calls. They always know what he wants. They always know what he needs. He wants to borrow some money. He claims he will pay back in under a week. He’s good for it. He guarantees that there’s someone who’s supposed to have paid him but delayed. He begs.
“Hello?!” I pick up, knowing already what to expect.
The alarm goes off! The nights are short, the days even longer. Is this what they call existence? He stares at the alarm, turning it off. That alarm song is irritating. He should change it. Does he really need the alarm? He’s woken up five minutes before the alarm, everyday this week. He wonders whether his head is faulty.
I turn off the alarm. It’s 15 minutes to midnight. It’s time to go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
You are lost! Where have you been? What have you been up to?
I think sometimes we are lost because we do not want to be found. And found by people we already sought to lose.
Who are you? Time is the one element that brings focus on every existential being. Time is the only factor that affects everything, except in the spirit. There, we’ve transcended time. There, time does not exist. There, there’s eternity. There, is where we should dwell.
Who am I? I am God. I am Christ. I am the Church. Who are you?