Time Ticks

 The bird of time is but a moment's breath in its flight.  In this present suffering, the wings of hope take airborne the dreams that await its final revelation - the life touched by eternity.  In this spirit filled enclave, there is much rejoicing for the bondage of the human body is set free.  Freedom from decay as time ticks by, a new creation transformed by grace takes its shape according to the purpose of the heavens.

I labor and groan under the unbearable heat of the sun even as this is but a nanosecond in the hallways of eternity.  Too preoccupied with the present world, I failed to view the horizon's beckoning.  Hope was muted in sightless visions.  I was impatient, caught by siren calls of the past and the present demands.  The future beyond this creation is with unspoken glory, bejeweled though unseen by human eyes.

To hope without seeing is to persevere, to trust, and to arm myself with the sword of faith.  To believe even without full understanding that God's majesty is beyond my cognition but in prayer, in time is my quest.  My human frailties should not overshadow the bounty of grace.  For in God's grace, I live, I breathe, and have my being.