The hourglass of reality …
A fallacy really
no sooner are your sands neatly collected
you are flipped end over end
… time begins again
those sands do they represent
memory?
decision?
a life changing event?
Are your sands
equivalent to dust particles
…meaningless
or…
???
They float
land
dispersing themselves
unconcerned
on a shelf in a life
You there
dust or sand?
mark of insignificance
can you have meaning?
dust or debris?
this hand is the holder of time
dust
meaning
feel His loving fingers
turn your reality
for all
Time
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To all who have read my work – you are each like drops of water on a dry soil. You have kept me going through much of my desert life. I have been on a long journey; it is hard to return and be the same. I am loathe to give up a blog where I know my work is kept for a later date. Suffice it to say you are all missed…
penned in moon dust 