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.
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2012
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