We Pass Through... Poem by DM W

We pass through these houses
Like ghosts in slow motion.
We were here before,
At the birth of Creation.
We were here before, when
The colours and signs collided
We were here before, when
Angels blessed all the rooms.
We were here when Love
Eventually dissolved; when
The anointed ones were arrested
And then suddenly disappeared.
Now, in silence, we observe
The shadows on the walls
Now the moon and stars
Are hidden from view
And the light is dwindling
At the centre of things.
We pass through this world
Like strangers without a guide.