Sands of Time

 
Minuscule   is  this  existence
Measured   against  dispensation
Broken   down  to  a  single  pebble
On   a  shore   bleached  by  time

How   far  back  can  we  go?
Recalling   stark  times,  or
Testy   covert   times,
Over   times    sublime
Etched  in  appearances  giving  way
To  define  what  is  made  to  refine

I am  that  single  frame  of  stained  glass
Grains  crushed  from  crumbling  pasts
Placed  on  undisturbed  pathways  to  everlast
Until  fate  washes  me  up  yet  again  to  shine

Glistening  new  in  prime   and   appearance
Beckoning   pristine  reflections  cast  anew
As  time  waits  for  no  man,  I  still  see  through...
Reflections   containing  clarity  of  wisdom’s  brew


Blessed  is  this   search  of  precious  mettle
Giving   way  to  meaning  and  reason  for  being
As  I  walk  the  earth  two-thirds  fulfilling  a  part
For  I  am  the  vessel,  I must  ultimately  meet


Discovery   will  be  forgotten,  for  that  is  God’s  plan
Not  to  punish,  is  my  reason  to  wander  this  expanse
But  in  this  journey  I  must  learn  to  feel  apart  of…..GOD
How  simple  is  this  wonder,  from  observing  sand……
On   a  beach……over  time……

Walk  On!!!!