Four whole days off,
A long weekend,
Yet I feel as if,
I could rest for four years,
But I know,
That time is not always what it seems,
A thousand years,
Can be like one day,
Depending on the perspective,
And it seems,
Time can run backwards,
Because all of a sudden,
I am back two thousand years,
In a garden,
And there are tears,
They fall,
All things fall,
Or are spilled,
Water,
Wine,
Blood,
This is perhaps the longest weekend,
But what is a weekend,
In the context of eternity?
