The Passage Of Time
Consciousness is oft described as a stream;
also termed; the “river of life”
although it’s eternal; it flows like a dream;
while death, cuts like a knife.
Many think that we all live; then we die;
our awareness lives, but a season;
with a time to laugh; and a time to cry;
tho none can surmise the reason.
“Why are we here?” so many lament;
is there somplace we’re to go;
thoughts of buildings, cars, and cement;
viewing a wonderland of snow.
Many come to believe, time did it all;
that everything is simply evolution;
time brings Summer, Winter, and Fall;
as earth turns, another revolution.
Time, itself, cannot foment any change;
it only allows for circumstance;
only by design can, all reality rearrange;
inviting life to come and dance.
Each of us is given a destined time;
to achieve a quest we’re given;
the ultimate reward is thought sublime;
to achievement, all are driven.
Time is merely the gauntlet, all travel;
God gave His Son for our pardon;
this physical illusion, soon will unravel;
in death, all return to the Garden.
Monty 4/10/24. # 2,070