Children/Jesus at the camp

I may sound mysterious or mystical...
Some would say very spiritual.

I think there is just a fine line between
the present and the past, what is meant to be.
I see my ancestors, my friends in other lands,
and my future children (if it all works out).
I see myself looking at their hands.
Descending from farmers, viceroys, kings...
people of varied countries, offering things.

Our father used to hold me on his lap.
My hands outstretched in his hands.
I see my little girl and boy at times
close to me.

Many friends can see their children in Heaven,
waiting to be.

Can I ask you about Einstein, the relativity of time?
He went to my campus, drank of the minds.
Can I expect greatness for myself?
I hope it shall be, bravery is necessary
to conquer mountains of fear.
Overcoming circumstance, movement-
while still standing here.

Do we jump over stones in a river,
with forces rushing around us?
Do we eat at a campfire,
with light that abounds us?

I am eating breakfast with Jesus,
huddled in a blanket from the swim.
I heard they saw him, so I jumped in.
Peter did this, too.
Jesus fed him fish.
The one who denied him was offered
faithfulness.