Wind Dance
Time is such a fickle friend.
It's winds never to blow the same!
Just when one thinks, her life is figured out-
Wind will change his name!
New paths, new acquaintances, new territory!
He is not bored indeed!
Ah, he blows wistfully upon my landscape-
Time's will....he will not heed!
He loves to play and venture west.
Yet, my eastern mountain, he can't resist!
In fact yesterday he danced such a fiery dance-
I believe, in fact, we kissed!
Sweet, intense were the memories!
Time and God's calling, one cannot escape!
Yet, from life's wind, I suppose I could hide-
Lock the doors, and hang a drape!
But ah, atlas! What would be the life?
Hidden in fear from a storm or wind?
My spirit calls me forth into life's rain!
In such the elements are now my friends!
I shall not fear time, even in his disguise!
For my clock is in the Holy Spirit's hand.
I will live and love and cry and laugh!
Until my hour glass holds not, a drop of sand!
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Comments
Thank you.....appreciate that. I truly believe that .....each grain of sand in our individual hour glass.....is of utmost importance. Unfortunately, I've witnessed many people in their last days, who have yet to recognize that. I just don't ever wish to be among those! Life is short, even at length here on earth! Awareness of this is key! Thanks again for your input. Have a blessed day!