The Shadow Of What Was
We live in a reality consisting of what is;
the kingdom of the here and now;
we may feel loneliness, or eternal bliss;
tho most know nothing of the how.
We’ve only been given one day at a time;
and, it seems to make sense, because;
the future is an essence; a mystery, sublime;
the past is the shadow of what was.
We’re told; the future’s not ours to see;
since the future is mostly unknown;
but it’s only a suggestion; not a decree;
it may be the past; become grown.
In the essence of time; all may be irrelevant;
perhaps all that past, still lives on;
time’s essence may just be our white elephant;
for time, is merely God’s pawn.
How do we know that our time is reliable;
when we change it; two times each year;
how can something like time become pliable;
why not let time just disappear?
Time is just one of many useless illusions;
a shadow of our days gone by;
in time; all shall reach these conclusions;
for time is destined to die.
Dreams, occupy neither time; nor space;
in heaven, time’s unecessary, because;
all we’re given time to accept God’s grace;
time is the shadow of what was.
Monty 12/9/24. # 2,498