Sand In The Glass Poem by ~~~ Leaven ~~~

Like the grains of sand in an hourglass
Descending to their rest…

Pure souls of divinity
Compressed by the trials of birth,
Each find themselves
Lowered into mortality.

My children seek
To raise themselves again,
To that heavenly globe above
Without ever finding me before they do,

And, realize not
That my coming in time
Would make temporal existence
Divine again.

I shall turneth over reality
So that your falling,
May become your ascension

And My precious grains of sand
Shall not descend again
Into that lower vessel
For time shall be put to rest

In the presence of eternity.

6-26-06