Ephemeral

Ephemeral Tis not mystifying, though disheartening, that we are simply passing shadows …. a mere breath exhaled…. transitory Sunrises numbered at first drawn breath though each stand of hair is lovingly counted A lone flower in a field of waving grass will pass unnoticed, once flourished. The wind becoming the only witness, to its existence, as its scent is carried across the meadow....fragrance dissipating Swift waters of life slowly-- but surely-- wear away our most precious of stones their features gently altered with time until the final last grain deteriorates finding rest, peacefully, on a distant shore NOTE: This poem was inspired by the book of Psalms as well as Nature and MY FAITH.