New Year
This old year is sliding away as sand
that drains through the hourglass;
a mound of memories buried
deep in layers of days.
Turn it over.
Each little minute
now awaits its turn to slip
through to form another, shifting
foundation for our hopes and dreams.
that drains through the hourglass;
a mound of memories buried
deep in layers of days.
Turn it over.
Each little minute
now awaits its turn to slip
through to form another, shifting
foundation for our hopes and dreams.
posted by Seeker @ 3:29 PM
1 Comments:
At 1/10/2006 11:38 AM,
Bill said…
I am so blessed that the Lord holds us in his hands. I would frantically tremble at time if this was all there is to life. I am glad that the Lord has so much more in store in the life that is to come. Thank you for posting on my blog today....I am off to read some more of your blog....
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