Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted?
Has this flour of ours
been sitting upon the sifter of time
just sifting the clumps
that accumulated from keeping
the flour of ours
unmoving for a long time?
Must, we, be in a constant movement?
Could it be...
That each of us is a particle of that flour,
separating evenly, removing the lumps,
So that we all, together, could be baked
into a perfect loaf of bread?
Or could it be...
that each of us is like a package of flour
that must be sifted?
