Grains of Sand
Through the hourglass,
I watch the sand -
grainy, smooth
dull, polished,
none the same -
intricately created
yet with simplicity…
Through the hourglass,
observing motion,
becoming more aware
of days and nights weaved.
Like a looking glass,
reflections of my finite time,
I watch the sands,
the sands watch me -
flowing ever faster,
falling gracefully.
All things come and go
as time passes by,
a choir of many songs
ever changing choreography,
spiraling to what seems like an end
but only coming to new beginnings.
Through the hourglass,
I witness the unseen,
crystal clear glass pristine -
sparkling, ageless, distinctive,
and the beauty of the shape
filling out in curves
like life itself
like love…
Through the hourglass,
my eyes widen
to take a closer look
at single grains of sand,
blended shapes and sizes
conforming…
miniscule differences,
colors and textures,
each grain a small treasure.
I cannot help finding parallels between
the grains of sand and human kind
All created in God’s image yet
unique, seemingly compatible,
complex and beautiful,
even more so when together.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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