Poem: Sands of Time

Through fingers slip the grains so fine,
Each spark a heartbeat, yours and mine.
They whisper tales of what has been,
Of love once lost, of sights once seen.

The hourglass turns — the moments fall,
Soft echoes ring within us all.
We chase the dust, we name the years,
We build our dreams, we shed our tears.

No hand can halt the silent stream,
It drifts through memory, through dream.
Yet in each grain, a star may gleam —
A trace of hope, a half-remembered theme.

So let them fall, these sands divine,
For life is carved in their design.
We fade, we shine, we laugh, we climb —
Forever bound in the sands of time.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie