Hourglass
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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
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
and that’s all we truly have
Thanks, Beth!
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! ❤
You never worry about the future, until you have one! Much love to you, my friend! 💕😘
That is very true! Much love in return. 😘
Too bad we can’t concentrate on the grains right now and like to look back or ahead at the other ones.
Thanks, Pete. I guess that is just human nature.
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.
Thank you, Geoff! The formatting was a happy accident.
That is cool.