The Medium

A story on the source of our lessons

They were images on a rock,

pictures in sand.

Their taps of sound,

became chords of music.

All sat around to listen,

to learn.

Stories,

flattened to words,

contained in inches is the life of millions.

Then they sat to learn,

alone.

Rolling photos,

strung together to tell the tale.

quicker cuts, louder sounds.

Tales of color, but only in the dark.

Contained in hours, the story of eternity.

Can it be found?

Was it left for us, or buried in the ground?

Seeking guidance,

and new gods to choose.

Our eyes and ears open,

desperate for a plan,

Before it's all images on a rock,

Or pictures in sand.