My Hourglass
It’s late at night. I’m alone, as usual,
not merely alone . . . lonely, so lonely.
A vivid image invades my thoughts--
an hourglass with innumerable grains
of sand, nearly all in the bottom.
I pray that reminders of aging and mortality,
whether subtle or blatant,
will not overshadow my desires
to pursue long-held goals and new ones.
Now I feel at peace; God is not through with me.
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2024
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