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Open Poetry #13

Hourglass

Embers_Before_God
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since 2001-03-06

Posts 101
USA

0 posted 2001-04-14 01:32 AM

The grains of sand fall from the hourglass,
as the hours of my life pass before me.
I see my family, my friends, waiting
on me to make my fateful decision.
As each grain falls from up above,
blood continues along the paths,
through veins, feeding my heart.
The glass walls are thin, brittle,
as are the walls to my soul.
God uses a different piece
to keep track of our lives.
How we spend that time
is our choice to make.
Those who are near
know how I yearn
for peace and joy,
love and warmth,
companionship.
The hourglass is
emptying itself fast.
There are questions
that I need answered,
feelings that I still need
to experience, goals set
that are still not complete.
Perhaps I should continue
to live, to explore, to grow.
The last few grains descend.
The time has come for me to
decide which path I shall walk.
“I think I shall continue to fight.”
I say to worried family and friends.
With those words, I have chosen life.
Then the final, sandy, granule descends,
I flip the hourglass, turning it upside-down.

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