its forty-eight minutes past seven pm
time ticks on
fingers tap on
hearts beat on
eyes search forward
minds yearn more
souls grow tired
so another day sets
another day is gone
was today an accomplishment?
was today a waste?
did you take a second to contemplate?
fingers grow numb
hearts grow warm
bodies begin to ache, at the thought of time slowly but surely slipping away, marking the certainty of life, that it will end one day, and we will all return back to the One who gave us life in the first place
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
its forty-eight minutes past seven pm
time ticks on
fingers tap on
hearts beat on
eyes search forward
minds yearn more
souls grow tired
so another day sets
another day is gone
was today an accomplishment?
was today a waste?
did you take a second to contemplate?
fingers grow numb
hearts grow warm
bodies begin to ache, at the thought of time slowly but surely slipping away, marking the certainty of life, that it will end one day, and we will all return back to the One who gave us life in the first place
May we return in a way that is in the best of forms, Ameen ~
Late evening summer reflections.
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