The sands of time slip through the glass,
A whisper of the moments past.
Each grain a tale, a breath, a beat,
That falls beneath our hurrying feet.
They tumble soft, yet never cease,
In silence, carving out our peace.
From cradle dawn to twilight’s chime,
We walk the path the sands define.
No hand can still their falling grace,
Nor trace each line they once embraced.
Yet in their flow, we find our way—
The echo of each yesterdays.
A child will laugh, the old will sigh,
A lover’s vow, a last goodbye.
All held within that golden stream,
Like fleeting fragments of a dream.
So take the moment, hold it near,
For time is both the thief and seer.
And as it slips, remember this—
Life’s beauty lies in all you miss.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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A poignant and graceful reflection on time’s passage. The final line—”Life’s beauty lies in all you miss”—is a devastating and beautiful paradox, capturing the quiet melancholy and preciousness of the fleeting present.