I used to see time as the distance between
birth and death. Within this distance being
the struggle for balance, survival, and a hide
and seek with happiness. But death really awakens
the reality of limitation none of us have the luxury
of taking for granted.
And so as others reach out for flesh in desperation
when they feel the brush of time against their consciousness; wearing away against a measure
of fate and faith...
I reach out for understanding.
What is my purpose here...
and in its mystery within the time God has allowed,
will I find my purpose served before the last
grain of sand passes through the center of the glass.