The Ephemeral Fragility Of Light

 

We cannot watch our moments pass

Without noticing the changes

We are but sand to blades of grass

The will of time just rearranges

 

The course unplanned a precious gift

A journey for the undertaking

Amidst a spinning world adrift

Where the living's of our making

 

We are the children of the sun

Born to redistribute that light

We rise from crawl to steady run

With hope and dream directing flight

 

And each day piles up into past

It's from there that we grow stronger

To tell the tale that we've amassed

As book becomes a chapter longer

 

Yet sadly time will run us down

For we are destined back to sand

From fragile touch that does abound

Within a universal hand

 

                

                     s. paul  (last day of November, 2019)