The hourglass of life filled with granular moments

The good indiscernible from the bad

Each moment drips by followed by the unknown next

The only certainty is all will pass in their time

Each can be an opportunity

Each can be a danger

Every grain will fall through the now

Shaped by our own perspective

Molded by our actions

Glinting in the light of self

Till they pile onto the heap of the past

The glass is clear where we catch and count the moments gone by

But above this moment there is the dark of not knowing

And the number of grains remain uncounted

We cannot see the sands of the future

Nor dwell in the dunes of the past

We have but the one grain of the present


10 Responses to “Hourglass”
  1. beth says:

    and that’s all we truly have

  2. kristianw84 says:

    It is hard not to get wrapped up in the “what ifs,” “maybes,” and “could have beens,” sometimes, but you are right. All we really have is the present moment. Thanks for the reminder! ❤

  3. petespringerauthor says:

    Too bad we can’t concentrate on the grains right now and like to look back or ahead at the other ones.

  4. The dunes are growing so big, I cannot even remember so many of the buried grains. I love your take on the Hourglass, including the formatting.

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